637    C.M.     W. Gadsby
Christ the Believer’s Rest. Isa. 11. 10; 28. 12

1 Jesus, thou art our only rest
  From sin, and guilt, and fears;
  We love to lean upon thy breast,
  And on thee cast our cares.

2 With anxious care and painful thought,
  We toiled and toiled again;
  True holiness was what we sought,
  But this we sought in vain.

3 Stripped naked, and exposed to shame,
  We loud for mercy cried;
  The Lord gave faith to eye the Lamb,
  And fasten in his side.

4 The works of nature, bad or good,
  Availèd nothing here;
  Faith viewed the Saviour’s precious blood,
  And banished guilt and fear.

5 [Here’s life, and light, and holiness,
  And righteousness divine;
  A boundless treasure, all of grace,
  And faith says, All is mine.]

6 O what a rest is Christ to me!
  How precious and how true!
  From guilt and sin he sets me free,
  And gives me glory too.

7 I have, I want no rest beside;
  Here’s all a God can give;
  Here would I constantly abide,
  And every moment live.