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Resting.
‘This is the rest wherewith ye may cause the weary to rest; and
this is the refreshing.’—
Isa. xxviii. 12.
I
Resting on the faithfulness of Christ our Lord;Resting on the fulness of His own sure word;
Resting on His power, on His love untold;
Resting on His covenant secured of old.
II
Resting 'neath His guiding hand for untracked days;Resting 'neath His shadow from the noontide rays;
Resting at the eventide beneath His wing,
In the fair pavilion of our Saviour King.
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III
Resting in the fortress while the foe is nigh;Resting in the lifeboat while the waves roll high;
Resting in His chariot for the swift glad race;
Resting, always resting in His boundless grace.
IV
Resting in the pastures, and beneath the Rock;Resting by the waters where He leads His flock;
Resting, while we listen, at His glorious feet;
Resting in His very arms!—O rest complete!
V
Resting and believing, let us onward press,Resting in Himself, the Lord our Righteousness;
Resting and rejoicing, let His saved ones sing,
Glory, glory, glory be to Christ our King!
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