Hymn Iii Poem by William Duke

There remaineth therefore a rest to the people of God.


-Hebrews 4:9


Oh how I languish to possess,
A safe and permanent abode!
To rest in unmolested peace,
And cast my care on thee, my God.

In thee I joy, in thee I rest,
Though all inferior comforts fail;
No hopeless anguish heaves my breast,
And no tormenting fears assail.

To thee with confidence I look,
And calmly wait thy promised aid;
I rest securely on that Rock,
On which Almighty help is laid.

Oh may I on His firmness stand,
The ground of my immortal hope;
Or nobly rise, at his command,
To Pisgah's heaven-aspiring top.

That I may with ecstatic view,
My future heritage descry,
Where pleasures spring forever new,
And perfect love shall never die.