I Will Give You Rest

1 Oppressed by countless foes without,
And lurking foes within,
We search creation’s bounds in vain
For rest from toil and sin.
The voice of him whose name is Truth,
Invites the weary breast:
“Come unto me, come unto me,
And I will give you rest.”

2 For God—our God!—so loved the world,
He gave his Son to save;
To bear each sad infirmity;
And weep beside a grave.
Our great High Priest in glory now
Invites the laden breast:
“Come unto me, come unto me,
And I will give you rest.”

3 Dear Lord, we come: a contrite heart
Thou wilt not turn away;
Help us to learn thy holy will,
And follow in thy way.
We hear thy voice,—it charms the soul,
And calms the troubled breast,—
“Come unto me, come unto me,
And I will give you rest.”

4 Safe sheltered from the tempter’s wiles
The inward life shall grow
In grace and knowledge of our Lord,
So heaven shall dawn below.
Toil ends in triumph when these words
Shall thrill the anxious breast:—
“Well done, thou good and faithful one,
Now enter into rest.”

Source: Joyful Sound: a collection of new hymns and music with familiar selections #14

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