Scripture Verse

You will find rest for your souls. Matthew 11:29


Benjamin C. Unseld (1843–1923)

Words: Theo­dore Mo­nod (1836–1921) (Sur toi je me re­pose); trans­lat­or un­known. The ear­li­est ap­pear­ance of the Eng­lish text we’ve seen is in The Child­ren’s Hym­nal and Chris­tian Year, ed­it­ed by Chris­tian H. Bate­man (Lon­don: John Hodg­es, 1872), num­ber 150.

Music: Bryce Can­yon Ben­ja­min C. Un­seld, in Chris­tian En­dea­vor Hymns, ed­it­ed by Ira D. San­key (New York & Bos­ton, Mas­sa­chu­setts: Unit­ed So­cie­ty of Chris­tian En­dea­vor and Big­low & Main, 1894), num­ber 24 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Alternate Tune:

If you know where to get a good pho­to of Mo­nod (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),


On Thee my heart is rest­ing!
Ah! this is rest in­deed!
What else, Al­migh­ty Sav­ior,
Can a poor sin­ner need?
Thy light is all my wis­dom,
Thy love is all my stay;
Our Fa­ther’s home in glo­ry
Draws near­er ev­ery day.

My guilt is great, but great­er
The mer­cy Thou dost give;
Thyself, a spot­less of­fer­ing,
Hast died that I should live.
With Thee, my soul un­fet­tered
Has ris­en from the dust;
Thy blood is all my trea­sure;
Thy word is all my trust.

Through me, Thou gen­tle Mas­ter,
Thy pur­pos­es ful­fill!
I yield my­self for­ev­er
To Thy most ho­ly will.
What though I be but weak­ness?
My strength is not in me;
The poor­est of Thy peo­ple
Has all things, hav­ing Thee.

When clouds are dark­est round me,
Thou, Lord, art then most near,
My droop­ing faith to quick­en,
My wea­ry soul to cheer;
Safe nest­ling in Thy bo­som,
I gaze up­on Thy face;
In vain my foes would drive me
From Thee, my hid­ing place!

’Tis Thou hast made me hap­py;
’Tis Thou hast set me free;
To whom shall I give glo­ry
For ev­er but to Thee?
Of earth­ly love and bless­ing
Should ev­ery stream run dry,
Thy grace shall still be with me,
Thy grace to live and die!

The Consoling Christ
Bernard Plockhorst (1825–1907)