And wonder that ever my eyes turned away.
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Complete in Christ.
Long did I toil, and knew no earthly rest;
Far did I rove, and found no certain home;
At last I sought them in his sheltering breast,
Who opes his arms, and bids the weary come:
With him I found a home, a rest divine;
And I since then am his, and he is mine.