L. A. Bennett
REST, rest thee, weary heart,
Let toil and anguish cease;
Take from Thy Saviour’s hands
Thine heritage of peace.
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Lie low before His feet,
Too low thou canst not be,
For sacred calm is here,
And here is liberty.
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Submit, lay down thine arms
Nor question, nor rebel;
So shalt thou hear erewhile
His whisper, It is well.
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No secret wound of thine,
Or be it great or small,
Presume to hide from Him;
Confess, confess it all.
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Nor merit of thine own
Upon His altar place;
All is of Christ alone,
And of His perfect grace.
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Rest, rest thee, weary heart,
Let care and anguish cease;
Take from thy Saviour’s hands
Thine heritage of peace.