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Return Unto Thy Rest, My Soul, From All The Wanderings Of Thy Thought, From Sickness Unto Death Made Whole, Safe Through A Thousand Perils Brought.
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Return unto thy rest, my soul,
From all the wanderings of thy thought,
From sickness unto death made whole,
Safe through a thousand perils brought.
-- James Montgomery (1771-1854)
-- Rest for the Soul
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