Find rest, my soul, and sleep tonight
let worry leave your brow;
The weighty thoughts that left you torn
are taken out of sight.
Let song refresh the weary ear,
let rest, the moistened eye;
For in the starry, vast expanse
Almighty here draws near.
Find rest, my soul, to God employ
let Him who rules o'er all
be tender to your present ills,
and hope for coming joy.
J. P. Antonios