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Return, my soul, and seek thy rest
Upon thy heavenly Father’s breast:
Indulge me, Lord, in that repose
The soul which loves thee only knows.
Safe in thy care, I fear no more
The tempest’s howl, the billows’ roar:
Those storms must shake the Almighty’s seat,
Which violate the saint’s 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.
Rich in ten thousand gifts possessed,
In future hopes more richly blest,
I’ll sit and sing, till death shall raise
A note of more proportioned praise.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 116;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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| 1851 | # 428 |
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