“Thou hast made us for thyself, O Lord, and our heart is restless until it finds its rest in thee.” — Augustine of Hippo Copy Share Image
Lord, thou madest us for thyself, and we can find no rest till we find rest in thee. — Saint Augustine Copy Share Image
Enrich my heart, mouth, hands in me, With faith, with hope, with charity, That I may run, rise, rest with Thee. — George Herbert Copy Share Image
“for Thou hast formed us for Thyself, and our hearts are restless till they find rest in Thee.” — Augustine of Hippo Copy Share Image
Strength of my heart, I need not fail, Not mind to fear but to obey, With such a Leader, who could quail?… — Amy Carmichael Copy Share Image
Thou movest us to delight in praising Thee; for Thou hast formed us for Thyself, and our hearts are restless till they… — Saint Augustine Copy Share Image
“And I am weary of the anguish Increasing winters bear; Weary to watch the spirit languish Through years of dead despair. So,… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
Come, thou long expected Jesus, born to set thy people free; from our fears and sins release us; let us find our… — Charles Wesley Copy Share Image
“Doubt swells and surges, with swelling doubt behind! My soul in storm is but a tattered sail, Streaming its ribbons on the… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“A LITTLE while, a little while, The weary task is put away, And I can sing and I can smile, Alike, while… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
