| Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907. | | | | II. The little birds now seek their nest | | By Matilda Barbara Betham-Edwards (18361919) |
| | | THE LITTLE birds now seek their nest; | |
| The baby sleeps on mothers breast; | |
| Thou givest all Thy children rest, | |
| God of the weary. | |
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| The sailor prayeth on the sea; | 5 |
| The little ones at mothers knee; | |
| Now comes the penitent to Thee, | |
| God of the weary. | |
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| The orphan puts away his fears; | |
| The troubled hopes for happier years; | 10 |
| Thou driest all the mourners tears, | |
| God of the weary. | |
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| Thou sendest rest to tirèd feet, | |
| To little toilers slumber sweet, | |
| To aching hearts repose complete, | 15 |
| God of the weary. | |
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| In grief, perplexity, or pain, | |
| None ever come to Thee in vain; | |
| Thou makest life a joy again, | |
| God of the weary. | 20 |
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| We sleep that we may wake renewed, | |
| To serve Thee as Thy children should | |
| With love, and zeal, and gratitude, | |
| God of the weary. | | | | |
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