Upon The Mountain Of Unrest

Upon the mountain of unrest,
I heard a voice of loving quest,
“Come, I will be thy spirit’s rest,
And everlasting home!”

O love divine, I come!
O love divine, I come!
In thee my wand’rings cease,
For thou art rest and peace.

I lay my sin and unbelief,
My hardened heart, my stony grief,
At thy dear feet with sweet relief,
And will no longer roam. [Refrain]

My soul is sick and tired of sin,
Make thou my spirit pure and clean;
And enter graciously within,
And make my heart thy home. [Refrain]