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REST BY THE SEA.
“Come ye yourselves apart, and rest awhile,With labour weary, and with crowds opprest;”
Straightway they cross the sea at His behest,
Their leisure sweetened by the Master's smile.
“Come to the lonely shore, or forest-aisle,”
To us His gracious word is now addrest,
“Come to the mountain-solitude, and rest,
Where peaceful hours may careful hearts beguile.”
My Master, in Thine hand it is to measure
My times of work and weariness for Thee:
My times of rest return at Thy good pleasure,
By lake, or mountain, wood or murmuring sea:
But, to give sweetness to my hours of leisure,
Come Thou Thyself, O Lord, and rest with me!
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