Satisfied with Thee, Lord Je­sus,
I am blest;
Peace which pass­eth un­der­stand­ing,
On Thy breast;
No more doubt­ing, no more trem­bling,
Oh, what rest! Oh, what rest!

Occupied with Thee, Lord Je­sus,
In Thy grace;
All Thy ways and thoughts about me
Only trace
Deeper sto­ries of the glo­ries
Of Thy grace, of Thy grace.

Taken up with Thee, Lord Je­sus,
I would be;
Finding joy and sa­tis­fact­ion
All in Thee;
Thou the near­est and the dear­est
Unto me, un­to me.

Listening for Thy shout, Lord Je­sus,
In the air!
When Thy saints shall rise with joy to
Meet Thee there;
O what glad­ness! no more sad­ness,
Sin nor care, sin nor care.