Oh cease, my wandering soul,
On restless wing to roam;
All this world, to either pole,
Hath not for thee a home.
Behold the home of God!
Behold the open door!
Oh, haste to gain that dear abode,
And rove, my soul no more.
There safe thou shalt abide,
There sweet shall be thy rest;
And every longing satisfied,
With full salvation blest.