638    C.M.     W. Gadsby
No Rest but Christ. Heb. 4. 3-11; Matt. 11. 28

1 With sin and guilt poor Zion toils,
  And labours hard for peace;
  But till the Lord the Saviour smiles,
  Her conscience gets no ease.

2 [Her efforts all abortive prove;
  Her working makes her worse;
  Nought but the Saviour’s flesh and blood
  Can save her from the curse.]

3 The Lord the Saviour is her rest;
  On him she casts her cares;
  By faith she leans upon his breast,
  And banishes her fears.

4 But till the Holy Ghost applies
  The Saviour’s precious blood,
  Above her guilt she cannot rise,
  Nor lean upon her God.