The Haven Of Rest

My soul in sad exile

Was out on life's sea,

So burdened with sin

and distressed,

Till I heard a sweet voice

Saying, "Make me your choice;"

And I entered the Haven of Rest.

I've anchored my soul

In the Haven of Rest,

I'll sail the wide seas no more;

The tempest may sweep

O'er the wild, stormy deep;

In Jesus I'm safe evermore.

I yielded myself

To his tender embrace,

And faith taking hold of the Word,

My fetters fell off,

And I anchored my soul;

The Haven of Rest is my Lord.

The song of my soul,

Since the Lord made me whole,

Has been the old story so blest,

Of Jesus who'll save

Whosoever will have

A home in the Haven of Rest.

How precious the thought

That we all may recline,

Like John the beloved and blest,

On Jesus' strong arm

Where no tempest can harm,

Secure in the Haven of Rest.

Oh come to the Savior,

He patiently waits,

To save by His power divine;

Come, anchor your soul

In the Haven of Rest,

And say, "My Beloved is mine."

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