When the world =
my heart is rending,
With its heaviest storm of care,
My glad =
thoughts to God ascending,
Find a refuge from =
despair.
This the hope =
that shall sustain me,
Till life’s pilgrimage is past;
Tears =
may vex and trouble pain me;
I shall reach my home at =
last.
There’s =
a hand of mercy near me,
Though the waves of trouble =
roar;
There’s an hour of rest to cheer me,
When the toils of =
life are o’er.
O, to rest in =
peace forever,
Joined with happy souls above,
Where no foe my =
heart can sever
From the Savior whom I love.
~Wm Bathurst, =
1796-1877
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Dr Bob Griffin =
[email protected] =
www.grif.net
"Jesus =
Knows Me, This I Love!"