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.

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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.

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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.

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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?

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