Long Did I Toil, and Knew No Earthly Rest (Echoes of Grace Hymnbook #173)

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173. Long Did I Toil, and Knew No Earthly Rest	6-10s.



1	Long did I toil, and knew no earthly rest;
	Far did I rove, and found no certain home;
	At last I sought them in His sheltering breast,
	Who opes His arms, and bids the weary come;
	With Him I found a home, a rest divine,
	And I since then am His, and He is mine.

2	The good I have is from His stores supplied;
	The ill is only what He deems the best;
	He for my friend, I'm rich with naught beside;
	And poor without Him, though of all possessed.
	Changes may come; I take, or I resign;
	Content, while I am His, while He is mine.

3	While here, alas! I know but half His love,
	But half discern Him, and but half adore;
	But when I meet Him in the realms above,
	I then will love Him better, praise Him more,
	And feel, and tell, amid the choir divine,
	How fully I am His, and He is mine.