Return unto thy rest, O my soul; for the Lord hath dealt bountifully with thee. Psalm 116:7
Words: Philip Doddridge (1702–1751). Published posthumously in Hymns Founded on Various Texts in the Holy Scriptures, by Job Orton (Shropshire, England: Joshua Eddowes & John Cotton, 1755), number 57:
The holy soul returning to its rest in a grateful sense of divine bounties.
Return, my soul, and seek thy rest
Upon thy heav’nly Father’s breast:
Indulge me, Lord, in that repose,
The soul which loves Thee only knows.
Lodged in Thine arms I fear no more
The tempest’s howl, the billows’ roar;
Those storms must shake th’Almighty’s seat,
Which violate the saints’ retreat.
Thy bounties, Lord, to me surmount
The power of language to recount;
From morning dawn, the setting sun
Sees but my work of praise begun.
The mercies, all my moments bring,
Ask an eternity to sing;
What thanks those mercies can suffice
Which thro’ eternity shall rise?
Rich in ten thousand gifts possessed,
In future hopes more richly blessed,
I’ll sit and sing, till death shall raise
A note of more proportioned praise.