Rest With God

My Lord, how full of sweet content My years of pilgrimage are spent! Where' er I dwell, I dwell with thee, In heav' n, in earth, or on the sea.

To me remains nor place nor time; My country is in ev' ry clime; I can be calm and free from care On any shore, since thou art there.

While place we seek, or place we shun, The soul finds happiness in none; But with a God to guide our way, ' Tis equal joy to go or stay.

Could I be cast where thou art not, That were indeed a dreadful lot; But regions none remote I call, Secure of finding God in all.