EN 5472 O Where Shall Rest Be Found?
Heb.4.11
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O where shall rest be found,
Rest for the weary soul?
’Twere vain the ocean’s depths to sound,
Or pierce to either pole.
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The world can never give
The bliss for which we sigh;
’Tis not the whole of life to live,
Nor all of death to die.
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Beyond this vale of tears,
There is a life above,
Unmeasured by the flight of years,
And all that life is love.
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There is a death, whose pang
Outlasts the fleeting breath:
O what eternal horrors hang
Around the second death!
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Lord God of truth and grace,
Teach us that death to shun;
Lest we be banished from Thy face,
And evermore undone.
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Here would we end our quest:
Alone are found in Thee,
The life of perfect love—the rest
Of immortality.

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