REST (Redhead No. 47). 7-7-7-7
In our dark and doubtful strife.
In our dark and doubtful strife,
Through the careful days of life,
When we wander, wide and far,
Lord, be thou our stay and star.
In the darker wastes of thought,
In the net of passions caught,
When the sorrow of the heart
Deepens, — do not thou depart!
Thou dost never leave us, though,
In the unbelief of woe,
We have seemed to lose thy hand,
Stumbling through a lonely land,
Yet because we see thee not,
Vainly think we are forgot,
Let thy love, persistent still,
Seem to seek us on the hill.
Through the mist and blinding rack,
Bring us from our wandering back;
Over rocks, through haunted cleft,
Lead us to the fold we left.
There, where Love's sweet waters flow,
Through thy meadows soft and low,
Let thy joy in mercy spread
Trees of comfort o'er our head.