1 Long did I toil, and knew no earthly rest,
Far did I rove, and found no certain home;
At last I sought them in His sheltering breast,
Who opes His arms, and bids the weary come:
With Him I found a home, a rest divine,
And since then I am His, and He is mine.
2 The good I have is from His stores supplied,
The ill is only what He deems the best;
He for my Friend, I’m rich with naught beside,
And poor without Him, though of all possessed:
Changes may come, I take, or I resign,
Content, while I am His, while He is mine.
3 Whate’er may change, in Him no change is seen,
A glorious sun that wanes not nor declines,
Above the clouds and storms He walks serene,
And on His people’s inward darkness shines:
All may depart, I fret not, nor repine,
While I my Savior’s am, while He is mine.
4 While here, alas! I know but half His love,
But half discern Him, and but half adore;
But when I meet Him in the realms above,
I hope to love Him better, praise Him more,
And feel, and tell, amid the choir divine,
How fully I am His, and He is mine.
Source: The Lutheran Hymnary #396
|Instances (1 - 2 of 2)||Title||First Line||Tune||Tune Key||Author||Meter||Scripture||Date||Subject||Source|
|Small Church Music #5747||Battle||Long did I toil, and knew no earthly rest||BATTLE||John Quarles||10.10.10.10.10.10|
|The Cyber Hymnal #3880||Long Did I Toil||Long did I toil, and knew no earthly rest||BATTLE||John Quarles, 1624-1665 ; Henry Lyte, 1793-1847||10.10.10.10.10.10|