1055    8.7.4.     J. Swain
“We which have believed do enter into rest.” Heb. 4. 3

1 Come, ye souls, by sin afflicted,
  Bowed with fruitless sorrow down;
  By the broken law convicted,
  Through the cross behold the crown!
  Look to Jesus;
  Mercy flows through him alone.

2 Sweet as home to pilgrims weary,
  Light to newly-opened eyes,
  Flowing springs in deserts dreary,
  Is the rest the cross supplies;
  All who taste it
  Shall to rest immortal rise.

3 Blessèd are the eyes that see him;
  Blest the ears that hear his voice;
  Blessèd are the souls that trust him,
  And in him alone rejoice;
  His commandments
  Then become their happy choice.

4 But to sing the “Rest remaining,”
  Mortal tongues far short must fall;
  Heavenly tongues are ever aiming,
  But they cannot tell it all;
  Faith believes it – Hope expects it –
  But it overwhelms them all.