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L. M.
Return unto thy rest, O my soul.
Psalm 116:7.
Return, my soul, and sweetly rest,
On thy almighty Father’s breast;
The bounties of his grace adore,
And count his wondrous mercies o’er.
2 Thy mercy, Lord, preserved my breath,
And snatched my fainting soul from death;
Removed my sorrows, dried my tears,
And saved me from surrounding snares.
3 What shall I render to thee, Lord?
Or how his wondrous grace record?
To him my grateful voice I’ll raise,
With just thanksgiving to his praise.
4 O Zion! in thy sacred courts,
Where glory dwells, and joy resorts,
To notes divine I’ll tune the song,
And praise shall flow from every tongue.
Latrobe.