Thy ceaseless love, O Christ,
Our pilgrimage shall cheer,
Till, crowned with everlasting joy,
In glory we appear.
“IN QUIET RESTING PLACES.”
More rest we want, O God!
More rest from self and sin,
More silence for serener thought,
The soul’s true goal to win.
Without, the strife of tongues,
Within, a wayward will;—
O Jesus, Saviour! speak, and say,
“Peace, troubled heart, be still.”
In quiet confidence
We then shall sweetly rest,
And in thy gentleness, O Lord,
For evermore be blest.
THE SEASONS ARE THY SERVANTS.
The seasons are thy servants, Lord!
Obedient to thy will,
Thy everlasting covenant
They faithfully fulfill.
The seasons are thy servants, Lord!
Summer and winter bring
Rich blessings from thy gracious hand,—
The bounty of the King.