O Sweet Rest

For the people of God a rest doth re­main

Press on

pre­cious souls

till this rest you ob­tain;

’Tis the rest Je­sus pro­mised

so hap­py and blest

The joy of His pre­sence

a per­fect sweet rest.

O sweet rest

O sweet rest

’Tis the rest of the soul so hap­py and blest;

By faith in His pro­mise I lean on His breast;

My soul from its la­bor has found its sweet rest.

O how long I’d been pray­ing to find this sweet rest

To cease from my la­bor

and lean on His breast;

I am wea­ry

dear Je­sus

how soon may it be?

Low down in the val­ley I’m wait­ing for Thee.

Oh

at last I have found it

this bless­èd

sweet rest

’Tis Christ in His full­ness

the Bless­er pos­sessed;

And no more wea­ry wait­ing for Je­sus to come

For Christ dwell­eth in me

my heart is His home.

Now the Sav­ior is wait­ing

O what will you give?

And what will you suf­fer

this rest to re­ceive?

Will you give up for­ev­er

count all things but loss

To gain this great trea­sure

and die at the cross?