O Surely, Lord, in this our day,
When strife and sorrow never cease,
Thy promise comes our hearts to stay;
"My people, they shall dwell in peace."
How precious too, this word of
That cloth our failing hearts assure,
That naught can touch that ease Divine,
"My people - they shall dwell secure."
But oh, to those that weary be,
By grief and pain, faint and opprest,
Most blest of that blest trinity:
"My people - they shall dwell at rest."
And so, 0 Lord, we shall endure
Until we see Thy blessed face,
'Till then we'll dwell in peace, secure,
Thyself - our Quiet Resting Place.