C. Wesley

C.M.

LORD, I believe a rest remains

To all Thy people known;

A rest where pure enjoyment reigns,

And Thou art loved alone.

2

A rest, where all our soul’s desire

Is fixed on things above;

Where fear and sin and grief expire,

Cast out by perfect love.

3

Oh that I now the rest might know,

Believe, and enter in;

Now, Saviour, now the power bestow,

And let me cease from sin.

4

Remove this hardness from my heart,

This unbelief remove:

To me the rest of faith impart,

The Sabbath of Thy love.

5

I would be Thine, Thou know’st I would,

And have Thee all my own;

Thee, O my all-sufficient Good,

I want, and Thee alone.