Rest, rest thee, weary heart,

Let toil and anguish cease;

Take from Thy Savior's hands

Thine heritage of peace.

Lie low before His feet,

Too low thou canst not be,

For sacred calm is here,

And here is liberty.

Submit, lay down thine arms,

Nor question, nor rebel;

So shalt thou hear erewhile

His whisper, It is well.

No secret wound of thine,

Though it be great or small,

Presume to hide from Him;

Confess, confess it all;

Nor merit of thine own

Upon His altar place;

All is of Christ alone,

And of His perfect grace.

Rest, rest thee, weary heart,

Let care and anguish cease;

Take from thy Savior's hands

Thine heritage of peace.