Rest, Sweet Rest

1 I am weary today and my heart is cast down,
And with burdens my soul is oppressed;
And I sigh for the day when all troubles have passed,
I am longing and sighing for rest.

Refrain:
Rest, sweet rest,
Rest on my dear Saviour’s breast;
The touch of the nail-pierced hands
Will bring sweet rest.

2 O I think of that day when my eyelids shall close,
And my spirit shall soar thro’ the sky,
When at last I shall find that sweet rest that I seek,
When my soul to my Saviour shall fly. [Refrain]

3 O to pass from the turmoil of life’s dreary round;
O to lean on my dear Saviour’s breast;
O to feel the blest touch of the nail-pierced hands;
‘Twill be rest for my soul; sweetest rest. [Refrain]

4 O to gather with saints who have gone to that home,
And to dwell in the land of the blest;
O to meet with the friends who are waiting for me;
‘Twill be rest over there, blessed rest. [Refrain]

5 O to sing the sweet songs of the ransomed at home,
By the fountain of life flowing free,
In the mansions of peace, where the Lord is the light;
Sweetest rest for my soul it will be. [Refrain]

Source: New Songs of the Gospel: for use in all religious meetings #16

• MIDI file from New Songs of the Gospel: for use in all religious meetings #16