There's rest for the birdling in its nest,
For the infant on its mother's breast,
For the sinner with his sins confessed.
But there's a deeper, holier rest:
'Tis for him who leans on Jesus' breast.
And still, there is another rest:
When earth's no more by sin oppressed,
When death's destroyed, and heaven blest,
Then we shall learn how God can rest; .
With praise our wondering souls possessed,
We'll join in God's eternal rest.

H. McD.