Stuart Townend - My soul finds rest

^CMy soul finds rest in ^FGod alone, My ^CRock and my salv^Amatio^Gn; ^CA fortress strong ^Fagainst my foes, And ^AmI will ^Fnot be ^Gsha^Cken. Though ^Flips may bless and ^Chearts may curse, And ^Flies like arrows ^Gpierce me, I’ll ^Cfix my heart on ^Frighteousness, I’ll ^Clook to ^FHim who ^Ghears ^Cme.

O ^Gpraise Him, ^Challe^Flujah, My ^CDelight and my ^Freward; Ever^Glasting, never ^Ffailing, My Re^Dmdeemer, ^Gmy ^CGod.

Find ^Crest, my soul, in ^AmGod alone Am^Cid the world’s temp^Amtat^Gions; When ^Cevil seeks to ^Ftake a hold I’ll ^Ccling to ^Fmy sal^Gva^Ction. Though ^Friches come and ^Criches go, Don’t ^Fset your heart ^Gupon them; The ^Cfields of hope in ^Fwhich I sow Are ^Charves^Fted in ^Ghea^Cven.

^CI’ll set my gaze on ^FGod alone And ^Ctrust in Him complete^Gly; ^CWith every day pour ^Amout my soul And ^CHe will ^Fprove His ^Gmer^Ccy. Though ^Flife is but a ^Cfleeting breath, A ^Fsigh too brief to mea^Gsure, My ^CKing has crushed the ^Amcurse of death And ^CI am ^FHis ^Gfor^Cever.