My Resting Place
As along life’s rugged path I trod,
I find my resting place with God.
Tho’ cares are many along the way,
By His tender touch, they are swept away.
As 1 climb the mountains with weary feet,
His outstretched arms are there to greet.
I find blest comfort; my pain erased,
As I nestle there in His sweet embrace.
While at river’s crossing, or on barren
land . Tired from my journey, I rest again
-in the arms of God, where he waits once
more To ease my travels just like before.
O’er hill and valley, and troubled sea,
Or wherever my steps shall carry me,
My strength is renewed by infinite Grace
That comes from God,
“My Resting Place.”