There's rest for thee, O weary soul!
Why longer groan unblest?
Hear Him who cried to laden ones
"Come, I will give you rest."
There's peace for thee, O anxious soul!
A calm tranquility;
'Tis Jesus speaks the cheering word,
`My peace I give to thee."
There's joy for thee, O mourning soul!
Dry up thy tears, and praise;
Confide, and in the Lord be glad,
"Rejoice in Him always."
Rest, peace, and joy in Christ are found,
The Spirit makes them known;
Claim Christ—God's gift—this very hour,
Possess Him as thine own.
He That Believeth
On Him Is Not
Condemned:
But He That Believeth
Not, Is Condemned
Already, Because Hath Not Believed
In the Name of the
Only Begotten Son of
God.