THOU, thou art rest And peace of soul— Thou woundst the breast And makst it whole. To thee I vow 'Mid joy or pain My heart, where thou Mayst aye remain. Then enter free, And bar the door To all but thee Forevermore. All other woes Thy charms shall lull; Of sweet repose This heart be full. My worshipping eyes Thy presence bright Shall still suffice, Their only light. |