1 There is sweet rest in Jesus,
For ev’ry troubled soul;
There is sweet rest in Jesus,
Whose word can make thee whole.
Ye need not groan ‘neath burdens
Upon your soul hard pressed,
Lay down each unsolved question,
And in Him be at rest;
Lay down each unsolved question,
And in Him be at rest,
At rest, at rest,
And in Him be at rest.

2 “Come unto me ye weary,”
Oh, hear the tender call!
“My peace I give unto thee,”
How sweet the accents fall.
No off’ring can y bring Him,
Save at His feet lay down
Your willing heart and giving,
Receive for naught, a crown;
Your willing heart and giving,
Receive for naught, a crown,
A crown, a crown,
Receive for naught a crown.

3 Why will ye not believe Him,
Ye sick and sore distressed?
Why will ye not receive Him
And be at peace and rest?
“Let not your heart be troubled,”
Amen, so let it be,
I lay my trembling hands in thine,
For all eternity;
I lay my trembling hands in thine,
For all eternity.
At rest, at rest,
For all eternity.