A hymn by John Wesley

Lord, I believe a rest remains

To all thy people known;

A rest where pure enjoyment reigns,

And thou art loved alone.

 

A rest where all our soul’s desire

Is fixed on things above;

Where doubt, and pain, and fear expire,

Cast out by perfect love.

 

From every evil motion freed,

(The Son hath made us free),

On all the powers of hell we tread,

In glorious liberty.

 

Safe in the way of life, above

Death, earth, and hell we rise;

We find, when perfect in love,

Our long-sought paradise.

 

O that I now the rest might know,

Believe, and enter in!

Now, Savior, now the power bestow,

And let me cease from sin!

 

Remove this hardness from my heart,

This unbelief remove;

To me the rest of faith impart,

The Sabbath of thy love.

 

Come, O Savior, come away!

Into my soul descend

No longer form thy creature stay,

My Author and my End.

 

The bliss thou hast for me prepared

No longer be delay’d:;

Come, my exceeding great reward,

For whom I first was made.

 

Come, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,

And seal me thine abode!

Let all I am in thee be lost;

Let all be lost in God.

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