639    104th     W. Gadsby
“Return unto thy rest, O my soul.” Ps. 116. 7

1 Return to thy rest, my soul, and rejoice;
  Let Christ be thy boast, for thou art his choice;
  And though sin and Satan, and their hellish guest,
  Do vex and dishearten, Jehovah’s thy rest.

2 A sweet resting-place is Jesus to thee;
  A fulness of grace, rich, sovereign, and free;
  >From slavish works cease, then, and rest in the Lamb,
  For Christ is thy freedom from wrath, law, and sin.

3 O yield not to fear, rest only in Christ;
  His promise is sure: he’s Jesus thy Priest;
  And by one atonement thy sin has condemned,
  Then by himself sworn that he’ll love to the end.

4 Return, then, my soul, to Jesus, thy Rest;
  By faith on him roll, and lean on his breast;
  He will not deceive thee; his faithfulness prove;
  He never can leave thee, till God is not love.