Wednesday, August 31, 2011

The Haven of Rest

My soul, in sad exile, was out on life's sea,
So burdened with sin and distressed,
Till I heard a sweet voice saying,
"Make me your choice,"
And I entered the haven of rest.

I've anchored my soul in the haven of rest,
I'll sail the wide seas no more;
The  tempest may sweep o'er the wild, stormy deep --
In Jesus I'm safe evermore.

I yielded myself to His tender embrace,
And, faith taking hold of the Word,
My fetters fell off, and I anchored my soul --
The haven of rest is my Lord.

The song of my soul, since the Lord made me whole,
Has been the old story so blest
Of Jesus, who'll save whosoever will have
A home in the haven of rest.

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