Return unto thy Rest

ADELA V. SCRIMGEOUR

Return unto thy rest, O my soul; for the Lord hath dealt bountifully with thee. For thou hast delivered my soul from death, mine eyes from tears, and my feet from falling.—Psalms 116:7, 8.

Return unto thy rest. At last, my soul,
War's clamors cease, the path of duty run;
The night is past, and now the rising sun
Smiles on thy rest.

Return unto thy rest; from that deep sleep
Which fear calls death, God hath delivered thee.
Not weak and faint, but upright, strong, and free,
Take thou thy rest.

Return unto thy rest, O soul, in peace,
And gaze not backward at the weary years.
Thou hast delivered mine eyes, O God, from tears;
Sweet is my rest.

Return unto thy rest; I see no more
The rock-strewn way where faltering footsteps trod;
My feet from falling thou hast held, O God.
Safe is my rest.

Return unto thy rest. The din of war
Grows faint and dies away, and that new birth
In which the meek in heart possess the earth
Dawns o'er thy rest.

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