O, this is blessing, this is rest <br />Unto Thine arms, O Lord, I flee: <br />I hide me in Thy faithful breast, <br />And pour out all my soul to Thee. <br />There is a host dissuading me, <br />But, all their voices far above, <br />I hear Thy words — “O taste and see <br />The comfort of a Savior's love. <br />And, hushing every adverse sound, <br />Songs of defence my soul surround, <br />As if all saints encamped about <br />One trusting heart pursued by doubt, <br /> <br />And O, how solemn, yet how sweet <br />Their one assured, persuasive strain! <br />The Lord of hosts is thy retreat, <br />The Man who bore thy sin, thy pain. <br />Still in His hand thy times remain <br />Still of his body thou art part; <br />And He will prove his right to reig <br />O'er all things that concern thy heart. <br />O tenderness O truth divine! <br />Lord, I am altogether thine. <br />I have bowed down I need not flee <br />Peace, peace is mine in trusting Thee. <br /> <br />And now I count supremely kind, <br />The rule that once I thought severe; <br />And, precious to my altered mind, <br />At length, Thy least reproofs appear. <br />Now to the love that casts out fear, <br />Mercy and truth, indeed seem one; <br />Why should I hold my ease so dear? <br />The work of training must be done, <br />I must be taught what I would know <br />I must be led where I would go <br />And all the rest ordained for me, <br />Till that which is not seen I see <br />Is to be found in trusting Thee.<br /><br />Anna Laetitia Waring<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/o-this-is-blessing-this-is-rest/
