Number: 307
English: 
Title: Oh, For a Quiet Resting Place
Name: Palmyra
Words: Sam Jones
Music: Joseph Summers
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Oh, for a qui¤et rest¤ing place
In some vast wil¤der¤ness.
Sure¤ly this would as¤suage my woes
And con¤sum¤mate my bliss,
Safe¤ly in Christ I would a¤bide,
None to gain¤say, none to de¤ride.

Oh, for a qui¤et res¤pite here
From tem¤pest, storm and rain,
From buf¤fet¤ings with¤out, with¤in–
Con¤sum¤ing cares and pain,
Where faint¤ings, wea¤ri¤ness of mind,
Tor¤ment¤ing fears are left be¤hind.

Oh, for the depths of sol¤i¤tude,
Where eve¤ry voice is still.
Weaned as a qui¤et child to learn.
In low¤li¤ness, Thy will,
Teach me, O Lord, to Thee I fly;
Sub¤mis¤sive at Thy feet I lie.

Oh, that Thy mind may dwell in me,
Thine own all con¤q’ring love;
So shall Thy will be done on earth
As in the heav’ns a¤bove.
All my de¤light and rest shall be
To take Thy yoke and learn of Thee.

Where shall this sa¤cred rest be found
But on Thy breast di¤vine?
Set as a seal up¤on Thy heart,
This con¤trite heart of mine,
Made one with Thee, all strife shall cease,
And I shall dwell with Thee in peace.