I rest with Thee, Lord! whither should I go?

I feel so blest within Thy home of love!

The blessings purchased by Thy pain and woe,

To Thy poor child Thou sendest from above.

Oh! never let Thy grace depart from me:

So shall I still abide, my Lord, with Thee.

I rest with Thee! Eternal life the prize

Thou wilt bestow, when faith's good fight is won;

What can earth give but vain regrets and sighs,

To the poor heart whose passing bliss is done?

For lasting joys I fleeting ones resign,

Since Jesus calls me His, and He is mine.

I rest with Thee! No other place of rest

Can now attract, no other portion please.

The soul, of heavenly treasure once possest,

All earthly glory with indifference sees.

Poor world, farewell! thy splendors tempt no more--

The power of grace I feel, and thine is o'er,

I rest with Thee! with Thee, whose wondrous love

Descends to seek the lost; the fallen raise,

Oh! that my whole of future life might prove

One hallelujah, one glad song of praise!

So shall I sing, as time's last moments flee

Now and for ever, Lord, I rest with Thee!