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CIX. Lord, I believe a rest remains

1 Lord, I believe a rest remains
To all thy people known,
A rest, where pure enjoyment reigns,
And thou art lov'd alone.

2 A rest, where all our soul's desire
Is fix'd on things above;
Where fear, and sin, and grief expire,
Cast out by perfect love.

3 O that I now the rest might know,
Believe and enter in!
Now, Saviour, now the pow'r bestow,
And let me cease from sin.

4 Remove thy hardness from my heart,
This unbelief remove;
To me the rest of faith impart,
The Sabbath of thy love.

5 I would be thine, thou know'st I would,
And have thee all my own:
Thee, O my all sufficient good!
I want, and thee alone.

6 Thy name to me, thy nature grant!
This, only this, be giv'n;
Nothing beside my God I want,
Nothing in earth and heav'n.

7 Come, O my Saviour, come away,
Into my soul descend!
No longer from thy creature stay,
My author and my end!

8 Come, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
And seal me thine abode;
Let all I am in thee be lost,
Let all be lost in God!

Text Information

• First Line: Lord, I believe a rest remains
• Author: Charles Wesley, 1707-1788
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1791
• Topic: Petition

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