O saints who are weary and laden of soul,
Oppressed and distressed under error's control,
May find in the gospel a blessed relief,
A balm for all sorrow, a solace for grief.
CHORUS
Rest, rest, sweet, sweet rest!
In the gospel of grace
There is sweet, blessed rest.
Who trusts in that Word has the sweet hope of life,
An end of confusion and error and strife.
Its grace it imparts to the truth-seeking soul,
Who humbly submits to its righteous control.
On that sacred page, O, what glory now shines!
As God's holy Spirit illumines its lines,
Displaying his plan in which all may rejoice,
And praise him forever with heart and with voice.
Rest! rest! O how blessed this sweet rest at last!
Like music at even when labor is past;
Like dawn after darkness, like health after pain;
Like sunshine of gladness that follows the rain.