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THE ARK OF GOD

Ps. xliii. 3.

               Peace! O restless heart of mine;
                    Thou, the Still, the Blest,
                                    Lead me to Thy courts divine,
                    Thine untroubled rest.
                                    Tossed upon the raving sea,
               Still, fair land, I long for thee.
               
               Lord, from Thee I went astray,
                    Lured by magic song;
                                    Through dim places far away
                    I have wandered long--
                                    Now, when lost are moon and star,
               Shines the light of Home afar.
               
               O'er the waves that cannot rest,
                    O'er the drifting foam,
                                    Wandering dove without a nest;
                    Weary-winged, I come.
                                    From the lonely wastes of sin,
               Blessed Noah, take me in.
               
               Take me in, my heart implores,
                    Leaving far behind
                                    All the thunder of the shores,
                    All the wailing wind;
                                    In the chambers of Thy rest,
               Fold me, hush me, on Thy breast.
               
               . . . . . . .
               
               Still and sweet the silence deep,
                    Where no foot hath trod;
                                    Softer than an infant's sleep,
                    Rest alone with God;
                                    Closed on me Thy palace door,
               Perfect peace for evermore.

G. T. S.


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