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The Soul's Rest
Rejoice ye weary! ye whose spirits mourn,There is a rest which shall not be removed;
Press on and reach within the heavenly bourne,
By Christ, the King of your Salvation, proved.
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Roll on no more all voiceless on your way;
Thou Sun! no more dark cloud thy triumph bars,
Speak thou to every land the coming day.
And thou, my soul, that feel'st the rest within,
That greater art than star, or burning sun;
Rejoice! for thou hast known the rest from sin,
And hast the eternal life in God begun:
Praise thou the Lord, with every living thing,
And for his grace with saints, and angels sing.
Poem No. 407; c. 21 June 1851
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