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You shall find rest for your souls.
Matt. 11:29.
Ah! what avails my strife,
My wandering to and fro?
Thou hast the words of endless life;
Ah! whither should I go?
2 Thy condescending grace
To me did freely move;
It calls me still to seek thy face,
And stoops to ask my love.
3 Lord! at thy feet I fall;
I long to be set free;
I fain would now obey the call,
And give up all for thee.
C. Wesley.