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Birds have their quiet nest,
Foxes their holes, and man his peaceful bed;
All creatures have their rest,
But Jesus had not where to lay his head.
And yet he came to give
The weary and the heavy-laden rest;
To bid the sinner live,
And soothe our griefs to slumber on his breast.
Let the birds seek their nest,
Foxes their holes, and man his peaceful bed;
Come, Saviour, in my breast
Come and repose thine oft rejected head!
Come! give me rest, and take
The only rest on earth thou lov’st, within
A heart that for thy sake
Shall purify itself from every sin.
Source: A Book of Hymns for Public and Private Devotion (15th ed.) #126
First Line: | Birds have their quiet nest, foxes their holes |
Author: | John S. B. Monsell |
Language: | English |
Copyright: | Public Domain |