915    L.M.     J. Kent
“Return unto thy rest, O my soul.” Ps. 116. 7

1 Why, O my soul, art thou dismayed?
  Why in these tents of sorrow groan?
  On what have thy fond hopes been stayed,
  Still seeking rest, but finding none?

2 Rest in the promise God has spoke,
  In all things ordered well for thee;
  Whose sacred words he’ll ne’er revoke,
  Nor alter his profound decree.

3 Rest in the oath that he has swore,
  Firm as his throne the same shall prove;
  ’Twill stand when time shall be no more,
  And run coeval with his love.

4 ’Tis good to cast an anchor here,
  And patient wait, till thou shalt see
  Thy hopes for heaven more bright and clear,
  Blessed with a surer prophecy.