Return, my soul, unto thy rest,

From vain pursuits and maddening cares;

From lonely woes that wring thy breast,

The world’s allurements, toils, and snares.

Return unto thy rest, my soul,

From all the wanderings of thy thought;

From sickness unto death made whole;

Safe through a thousand perils brought.

Then to thy rest, my soul, return,

From passions every hour at strife;

Sin’s works, and ways, and wages, spurn,

Lay hold upon eternal life.

God is thy rest; with heart inclined

To keep His word, that word believe;

Christ is thy rest; with lowly mind,

His light and easy yoke receive.