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She has quick to her rock return'd, 



To the One who cares for all, 

 Who has said that not one poor bird 



Without his will shall fall ! 



And here is the sea-bird's rest ! 



And so doth the young crush' d heart, 

 When toss'd on the waves of life, 



Trust that man will such peace impart, 

 And defend from the stormy strife. 

 But he's not the Christian's rest ! 



He will watch her to undo 



He will flatter to betray 

 With his poison'd shafts pursue, 



Till she speed her flight away ! 



Then where is the Christian's rest ? 



Her rock is her trust in Heav'n, 



On the spirit's blest abode 

 On the hopes to the faithful given 



On the bosom of her God ! 



Yes 1 there is the Christian's rest ! 



