1 My Savior, Thou has 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.