The foxes found rest,
And the birds their nest,
In the shade of the cedar-tree;
But Thy couch was the sod,
O Thou Son of God,
In the deserts of Galilee:
O come to my heart, Lord Jesus;
There is room In my heart for Thee.
By Thy last silence In the Judgement hall,
By long foreknowledge of the deadly tree,
By darkness, by the wormwood and the gall,
pray Thee visit me.