“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

Rest for the Soul.
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).

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British editor, hymn writer, and poet 1771–1854

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