Rest, rest thee, weary heart

Rest

rest thee

weary heart

Let toil and anguish cease;

Take from Thy Savior’s hands

Thine heritage of peace.

Lie low before His feet

Too low thou canst not be

For sacred calm is here

And here is liberty.

Submit

lay down thine arms

Nor question

nor rebel;

So shalt thou hear erewhile

His whisper

It is well.

No secret wound of thine

Though it be great or small

Presume to hide from Him;

Confess

confess it all;

Nor merit of thine own

Upon His altar place;

All is of Christ alone

And of His perfect grace.

Rest

rest thee

weary heart

Let care and anguish cease;

Take from thy Savior’s hands

Thine heritage of peace.