H. L. Gilmour
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”
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.
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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.
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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”
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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:’
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O 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.”
