Return, My Soul, and Seek Thy Rest

Return

my soul

and seek thy rest

Upon thy heav’nly Fa­ther’s breast:

Indulge me

Lord

in that re­pose

The soul which loves Thee on­ly knows.

Lodged in Thine arms I fear no more

The tem­pest’s howl

the bil­lows’ roar;

Those storms must shake th’Al­migh­ty’s seat

Which vio­late the saints’ re­treat.

Thy boun­ties

Lord

to me sur­mount

The power of lang­uage to re­count;

From morn­ing dawn

the set­ting sun

Sees but my work of praise be­gun.

The mer­cies

all my mo­ments bring

Ask an eter­ni­ty to sing;

What thanks those mer­cies can suf­fice

Which thro’ eter­ni­ty shall rise?

Rich in ten thou­sand gifts pos­sessed

In fu­ture hopes more rich­ly blessed

I’ll sit and sing

till death shall raise

A note of more pro­por­tioned praise.