Songs

My Saviour, Thou hast offered rest

62
					C.M.



1	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 may 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.

						E.H.H