Resting

1 Now no more with pain I’m clinging,
To the cross on Calvary,
And my happy soul is singing
Of the rest Christ giveth me;
Sweetly resting, ever resting,
Though on life’s tempestuous sea,
And my happy soul is singing
Of the rest Christ giveth me.

2 When the waves are boisterous growing,
He doth whisper, “peace, be still;”
And like quiet rivers flowing
Are the dews that soft distill;
Blessed moments, blessed moments,
That reveal his gracious will;
And like quiet rivers flowing
Are the dews that soft distill.

3 Yes, I’m resting, sweetly resting,
Since I knew ‘twas better so,
And I found ‘twas love requesting
Me at once to just let go;
Oh, ‘tis glory, oh, ‘tis glory,
Since I trusted this I know,
And I found ‘twas love requesting
Me at once to just let go.

4 Now I’m gliding, homeward gliding,
Far from rocky reef and shore;
With the Comforter abiding,
I’m rejoicing evermore;
Praise to Jesus ever singing
For the heaven of rest in store;
With the Comforter abiding,
I’m rejoicing evermore.

Source: Showers of Blessing #79