386    C.M.     Samuel Medley
Desiring Rest and Peace. Job 3. 17

1 Weary of earth, myself, and sin,
  Dear Jesus, set me free,
  And to thy glory take me in,
  For there I long to be.

2 Burdened, dejected, and oppressed,
  Ah! whither shall I flee
  But to thy arms, for peace and rest?
  For there I long to be.

3 Empty, polluted, dark, and vain,
  Is all this world to me;
  May I the better world obtain;
  For there I long to be.

4 Lord, let a tempest-tossèd soul
  That peaceful harbour see,
  Where waves and billows never roll;
  For there I long to be.

5 Let a poor labourer here below,
  When from his toil set free,
  To rest and peace eternal go;
  For there I long to be.