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Birds have their quiet nest,
Foxes their holes, and man his peaceful bed;
All creatures have their rest,
But Jesus had not where to lay his head.
And yet he came to give
The weary and the heavy-laden rest:
To bid the sinner live,
And soothe our griefs to slumber on his breast.
Let the birds seek their nest,
Foxes their holes, and man his peaceful bed;
Come, Saviour, in my breast
Come and repose thine oft rejected head!
Come! give me rest, and take
The only rest on earth thou 1ov’st, within
A heart that for thy sake
Shall purify itself from every sin.
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6 10 6 10
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| 1854 | # 126 | | 1903 | # 70 |
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