My Savior, Thou hast offered rest

My Savior

Thou hast offered rest:

Oh

give it then to me;

The rest of ceasing from myself

To find my all in Thee.

This cruel self

oh

how it strives

And works within my breast

To come between Thee and my soul

And keep me back from rest.

How many subtle forms it takes

Of seeming verity

As if it were not safe to rest

And venture all on Thee.

O Lord

I seek a holy rest

A victory over sin;

I seek that Thou alone shouldst reign

O’er all without

within.

In Thy strong hand I lay me down

So shall the work be done;

For who can work so wondrously

As the Almighty One?

Work on

then

Lord

till on my soul

Eternal light shall break

And

in Thy likeness perfected

I “satisfied” shall wake.