479. C. M. C. Wesley. A Rest Remaineth.

1 Lord! we believe a rest remains
To all thy people known;
A rest where pure enjoyment reigns; --
For thou art served alone: --

2 A rest where all our souls desire
Is fixed on things above;
Where fear, and sin, and grief expire,
Cast out by perfect love.

3 O that we now that rest might know,
Believe and enter in!
Thou Holiest! now the power bestow,
And let us cease from sin.

4 Remove this hardness from our heart,
This unbelief remove:
The rest of perfect faith impart,
The sabbath of thy love.