Book, Chapter

 1     1, 1-1  |  heart is restless, until it repose in Thee. Grant me, Lord,
 2     1, 5-5  |       1.5.5 Oh! that I might repose on Thee! Oh! that Thou wouldest
 3     1, 6-7  |  then I knew but to suck; to repose in what pleased, and cry
 4     4, 6-11 |  most bitterly, and found my repose in bitterness. Thus was
 5     4, 7-12 |    borne by me, yet where to repose it, I found not. Not in
 6     4, 7-12 |     books or poesy, found it repose. All things looked ghastly,
 7     4, 10-15|    longs to be, yet loves to repose in what she loves. But in
 8     4, 10-15|  these things is no place of repose; they abide not, they flee;
 9    10, 33-49| attuned voice, I do a little repose; yet not so as to be held
10    12, 12-15|     whether of motion, or of repose, so as to become subject
11    13, 7-8  |  upward by love of unanxious repose; that we may lift our hearts
12    13, 7-8  |    come to that supereminent repose, when our soul shall have