479. C. M. C. Wesley.
A Rest Remaineth.
1Lord! we believe a rest remains
To all thy people known;
A rest where pure enjoyment reigns;--
For thou art served alone:--
2A rest where all our souls desire
Is fixed on things above;
Where fear, and sin, and grief expire,
Cast out by perfect love.
3O that we now that rest might know,
Believe and enter in!
Thou Holiest! now the power bestow,
And let us cease from sin.
4Remove this hardness from our heart,
This unbelief remove:
The rest of perfect faith impart,
The sabbath of thy love.