That dove is his holy grace.
Those wings are his tender promises.

That rest is the peace of heaven.
"Come, O thou all-victorious Lord, Thy power to us make known; Strike with the hammer of thy word, And break these hearts of stone.
"Oh that we all might now begin Our foolishness to mourn; And turn at once from every sin, And to the Saviour turn.
"Give us ourselves and thee to know, In this our gracious day: Repentance unto life bestow, And take our sins away.
"Convince us first of unbelief, And freely then release; Fill every soul with sacred grief, And then with sacred peace.".