My Rest

Deep and deep­er fell the sha­dows

Nearer seemed the gold­en strand

And my trust­ing heart was wait­ing

Passive in my Sav­ior’s hands;

O how bright­ly o’er my spir­it

Came a ra­di­ance from afar

Like the blush of ear­ly morn­ing

Like the ris­ing of a star.

I was wait­ing

calm­ly wait­ing

Not a fear was in my breast;

I had trust­ed my Re­deem­er

And in Him was now my rest.

Nearer seemed the shin­ing por­tals

But the Mas­ter said to me

There are sheaves that must be gar­nered

Ere the reap­ing dawns for thee;

Yet I know that thou wert wea­ry

And I bade thy heart re­pose

By a heal­ing stream that mur­murs

Where the Rose of Sharon grows.

In the si­lent hours of mid­night

When my wak­ing thoughts take wings

O the tran­quil peace He gives me

And the hal­lowed songs He brings!

He has crowned me with His bless­ing

And I now by faith can say

I am go­ing forth with vi­gor

Still re­joic­ing on my way.