A PSALM OF WEARINESS.
OVERBORNE by journeyings far
Where no resting-places are,
Lured by visions of repose
That in fading mock my woes,
Saviour! may Thy presence be
Unto me
As the shadow cool and sweet
Of a rock in desert heat.
Where no resting-places are,
Lured by visions of repose
That in fading mock my woes,
Saviour! may Thy presence be
Unto me
As the shadow cool and sweet
Of a rock in desert heat.
Shelter of the shelterless,
Cover Thou my weariness;
With Thy peace, a tent most fair,
Screen me from this earthly glare,
And Thy consolations shed
On my head,
Sweeter than the balm of sleep
When the eyes forget to weep.
Cover Thou my weariness;
With Thy peace, a tent most fair,
Screen me from this earthly glare,
And Thy consolations shed
On my head,
Sweeter than the balm of sleep
When the eyes forget to weep.
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