Tune: Quam Dilecta
(\'We love the place, O Lord\')
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Come, rest now, troubled heart
Where worries, frets, each part
Distracted, frustrated
By God\'s Spirit be led
Tomorrow\'s cares they be
Not here yet, look and see
But tend to each days load
Your heart be Christ\'s abode
What may or may not be
Trouble or trouble-free
Trust in your Lord, He speaks
To humble, lowly, meek
Whate\'er your heaviness
He shall come relieve, bless
Going on in each day
And night, watch here and pray
Help us to seek your will
Your grace is given still
You guard from evil, ill
Throughout life\'s vales and hills
Forgive where we fuss, fret
And be not consoled yet
Come Spirit, dove, reside
Within us, e\'er abide