1 Oh cease, my wandering soul,
On restless wing to roam;
All this wide world, to either pole,
Has not for thee a home!

2 Behold the ark of God;
Behold the open door;
Oh haste to gain that dear abode,
And rove, my soul, no more!

3 There safe thou shalt abide,
There sweet shall be thy rest;
And every longing satisfied,
With full salvation blest!