Bids me stop and stay awhile
Find respite from my restless pace
And lay me down by streams of grace.
Though days are hard and trials long
Your compassion makes me strong
Heals this sinner poor and lowly
With tender embrace that makes all holy.
Friend of my soul, I pray your gaze
Of love accompanies all my days
Though prone am I to stray and roam
Your gentle touch shall call me home.
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