1035    S.M.     Henry Fowler
“In returning and rest shall ye be saved.” Isa. 30. 15

1 Return, my wandering heart,
  To thy dear resting-place;
  Nothing in nature, nor in art,
  So fair as Jesus’ face.

2 A proud and wandering heart,
  A bold, rebellious will,
  Severely make me daily smart,
  And oft my comforts kill.

3 When night’s dim shade I feel,
  I sigh, I mourn, I groan;
  Do thou, dear Lord, thy face reveal;
  Ah, leave me not alone.

4 Sweet Comforter, descend,
  And lead me to the Lamb;
  My absent, present, precious Friend!
  Eternally the same.