First Line: My Saviour, Thou hast offered rest,

My Saviour, Thou hast offered rest :
Oh, give it, then, to me !----
The rest of ceasing from myself,
To find my all in Thee.

2 This cruel self, oh, how it strives
And works within my breast,
To come between Thee and my soul
And keep me back from rest !

3 How many subtle forms it takes
Of seeming verity,
As if it were not safe to rest,
And venture all on Thee.

4 O Lord, I seek a holy rest,
A victory over sin !
I seek that Thou alone shouldst reign
O'er all without, within.

5 In Thy strong hand I lay me down----
So shall the work be done :
For who can work so wondrously
As the Almighty One ?

6 Work on, then, Lord, till on my soul
Eternal light shall break ;
And, in Thy likeness perfected,
I satisfied shall wake.