The Haven of Rest

1 My soul in sad exile was out on life's sea, So burdened with sin, and distressed, Till I heard a sweet voice saying, "Make Me your choice," And I entered the haven of rest. I've anchored my soul in the haven of rest, I'll sail the wide seas no more; The tempest may sweep o'er the wild stormy deep, In Jesus I'm safe evermore. 2 I yielded myself to His tender embrace, And faith taking hold of the word, My fetters fell off, and I anchored my soul: The haven of rest is my Lord. 3 The song of my soul, since the Lord made me whole, Has been the old story so blessed, Of Jesus who'll save whosoever will have A home in the haven of rest. 4 How precious the thought that we all may recline, Like John, the beloved and blessed, On Jesus' strong arm, where no tempest can harm, Secure in the haven of rest. 5 Oh, come to the Savior, He patiently waits To save by His power divine; Come, anchor your soul in the haven of rest, And say, "My Beloved is mine."