The Haven of Rest

My soul in sad exile was out on life's sea,

So burdened with sin and distressed,

Till I heard a sweet voice saying, "Make me your choice;"

And I entered the "Haven of Rest!"

Refrain:

I've anchored my soul in the "Haven of Rest,"

I'll sail the wide seas no more;

The tempest may sweep o'er the wild, stormy deep,

In Jesus I'm safe evermore.

I yielded myself to His tender embrace,

And faith taking hold of the word,

My fetters fell off, and I anchored my soul:

The "Haven of Rest" is my Lord. [Refrain]

The song of my soul, since the Lord made me whole,

Has been the old story so blest,

Of Jesus, who'll save whosoever will have

A home in the "Haven of Rest." [Refrain]

How precious the thought that we all may recline,

Like John the beloved and blest,

On Jesus' strong arm, where no tempest can harm,

Secure in the "Haven of Rest." [Refrain]

Oh, come to the Savior, He patiently waits

To save by His power divine;

Come, anchor your soul in the "Haven of Rest,"

And say, "My Beloved is mine." [Refrain]

by H.L. Gilmour, 1890