The blue air knows it not—
The winds are blowing:
Not in the changing sky,
The stormy sea,
Yet somewhere in God’s wide world
Rest there must be.
Within thy Saviour’s Heart
Place all thy care,
And learn, O weary soul,
Thy Rest is there.
The blue air knows it not—
The winds are blowing:
Not in the changing sky,
The stormy sea,
Yet somewhere in God’s wide world
Rest there must be.
Within thy Saviour’s Heart
Place all thy care,
And learn, O weary soul,
Thy Rest is there.