1 I’ve taken my burdens to Jesus,
The burdens too heavy to bear;
And now I have rest in my spirit,
The rest that is given thro’ prayer.
And here from the top of the mountain,
There rises a scene to my sight,
As fair as a vision of heaven,
Transporting and full of delight.
The white dove of peace has descended,
And folded his wing o’er my breast;
For Jesus now speaks his compassion,
And whispers so sweetly of rest.
2 The world may go on in its blindness,
Still seeking the pleasures of sin;
I ask for no share of its honors,
Since Jesus has spoken within.
His love is a fountain whose waters
Can never and never go dry;
Enough for the children of Adam,
A full and eternal supply. [Refrain]
3 Soon camping no more in the desert,
Nor bathing by Elim’s cool shade,
My spirit shall drink of Life’s river,
’Neath bowers that never shall fade.
There joining the ranks of the holy,
When free from all sorrow and care,
With purified saints in all ages,
The joys of redemption to share. [Refrain]