2 Rest for my soul I long to find; Fountain of rest, thou, Saviour, art; Give me thy meek and lowly mind, And stamp thine image on my heart. 3 Fain would I learn of thee, my God, Thy light and easy burden prove; The cross, all stained with hallowed blood, The labor of thy dying love. 4 I would; but thou must give the power; My heart from every sin release; Bring near, bring near the joyful hour, And fill my soul with heavenly peace. 5 Come, Lord, the drooping sinner cheer, Nor let thy chariot wheels delay; Appear, in my poor heart appear; My God, my Saviour, come away. He taught me how to watch and pray, And live re-joic - ing every day. 8 'Tis done, the great transaction's done; | 4 Now rest, my long-divided heart; I am my Lord's, and he is mine; He drew me, and I followed on, Charmed to confess the voice divine. Happy day, &c. Fixed on this blissful centre, rest; Nor ever from thy Lord depart: With him of every good possessed. Happy day, &c. |