Christ My Song - 787
Wanderer, rest thy weary feet - The land of rest
(Frances Bevan/Johannes Thomas Rüegg)
The land of rest.
1. Wanderer, rest thy weary feet;
shapes and sounds forgotten now –
close thine eyes in stillness sweet,
with thy God alone art thou.
In the deeps of silence rest,
let him work his high behest. (PDF - Midi)
2. Silence! reasonings hard and keen,
still – O longings sad and deep –
waken to the morn serene,
tangled dreams depart with sleep;
in the calm eternal day
night's wild visions passed away.
3. In the silence of that dawn
God shall speak his words of grace,
light that round thy waking shone
is the radiance of his Face;
yearning of his heart to thee,
fills the deep immensity.
4. Gently loosens he thy hold
of the treasured former things –
loves and joys that were of old,
shapes to which the spirit clings –
and alone, alone he stands,
stretching forth beseeching hands.
5. Lo, the soul thy love has bought,
through the ages, Lord, am I,
knowing nought, and willing nought,
thine alone eternally –
thine, the Bride thy love has won,
gift of God to Christ his Son.
6. In thy strength my soul is still
clay within the potter's hands,
moulded by thy tender will
mightier than all commands;
shaped and moved by thee alone,
now, and evermore thine own.
Frances Bevan, Hymns of Ter Steegen, Suso and others 1, 1899, 40-41.