Through fretful nights of endless chase,
Wandered a lonely soul, in search of a place,
It trod upon paths high and low,
Where ghosts of regrets,
And streams of disgrace overflow.
It stumbled upon giants untold,
Encountered territories unknown,
Where shall I rest?
Where is my hope?
pondered, the weary soul.
Then a beam of light transcended,
Through the dark clouds which uncovered,
The Eye that watches over the aching soul,
Then a voice said, ‘Find rest my soul in Christ,
Your hope comes from Him alone.’