Scripture Verse

There remaineth…a rest to the people of God. Hebrews 4:9


Words: He­len S. Ar­nold (1849–1873).

Music: Com­fort (Ga­bri­el) Charles H. Ga­bri­el (1856–1932) (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know when this song was writ­ten, or where to get a good pho­to of Ar­nold (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),

Charles H. Gabriel (1856–1932)


O sleep­less nights, O cheer­less days,
O sobs, that will not cease;
Be still, be still! kind are His ways,
Christ is the Prince of Peace:
’Tis well thy head, in throb­bing pain,
May pil­low on His breast;
Weep there thy tears like spring­time rain—
He gives the mourn­er rest.

Toil brave­ly on, ’twill not be long
Thy bark shall plow the main;
Steer well; thy guide shall be the song
That rings from Hea­ven’s plain;
And watch thou for the gleam­ing lights
That shine across the wave;
They’re plant­ed on fair Hea­ven’s heights,
The ma­rin­er to save.

Steer well! the har­bor just ahead
Aglow with glo­ry’s ray,
Will on thee gold­en lus­ter shed,
From out the gates of day,
And wait­ing there are long­ing hands
That thrill to clasp thine own,
And lead thee thro’ the heav’n­ly land
Into the bright un­known.

Oh, strive thou well to ov­er­come,
And clothe thy­self in white,
Wait pa­tient­ly thy wel­come home
To scenes of glo­ry bright:
The Lord loves those He chast­ens sore,
And binds the bleed­ing wound;
And gent­ly heals the heart He tore,
That grace may more abound!