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.