Weary and worn, I long for rest—
Close Thou my eyes in sleep;
O let me lie up­on Thy breast,
My rest in Thee com­plete!

Give me that in­ner con­scious­ness
Of Thine ex­ceed­ing peace,
And from all sor­row, grief and pain
Shall come a sweet re­lease.

Then in the morn­ing gird anew
My soul with strength di­vine;
The word of Thy sal­va­tion be
Assurance I am Thine!

Choose Thou the path in life for me,
And lead me by Thy hand;
May ev­ery im­pulse of my soul
Respond to Thy com­mand.