The Haven of Rest
My soul in sad exile was out on life~ez_rsquo~s sea,
So burdened with sin and distressed,
Till I heard a sweet voice, saying,
~ez_ldquo~Make Me your choice";
And I entered the ~ez_ldquo~Haven of Rest"!
I~ez_rsquo~ve anchored my soul in the ~ez_ldquo~Haven of Rest,"
I~ez_rsquo~ll sail the wide seas no more;
The tempest may sweep over wild, stormy, deep,
In Jesus I~ez_rsquo~m safe evermore.
I yielded myself to His tender embrace,
In faith taking hold of the Word,
My fetters fell off, and I anchored my soul;
The ~ez_ldquo~Haven of Rest" is my Lord.
The song of my soul, since the Lord made me whole,
Has been the old story so blest,
Of Jesus, Who~ez_rsquo~ll save whosoever will have
A home in the ~ez_ldquo~Haven of Rest."
How precious the thought that we all may recline,
Like John, the belovèd so blest,
On Jesus~ez_rsquo~ strong arm, where no tempest can harm,
Secure in the ~ez_ldquo~Haven of Rest."
O come to the Savior, He patiently waits
To save by His power divine;
Come, anchor your soul in the ~ez_ldquo~Haven of Rest,"
And say, ~ez_ldquo~My Belovèd is mine."