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.