C. Wesley
LORD, I believe a rest remains
To all Thy people known;
A rest where pure enjoyment reigns,
And Thou art loved alone.
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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.
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Oh that I now the rest might know,
Believe, and enter in;
Now, Saviour, now the power bestow,
And let me cease from sin.
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Remove this hardness from my heart,
This unbelief remove:
To me the rest of faith impart,
The Sabbath of Thy love.
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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.