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Rest, rest thee, weary heart, Let toil and anguish cease; Take from Thy Savior's hands Thine heritage of peace. |
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Lie low before His feet, Too low thou canst not be, For sacred calm is here, And here is liberty. |
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Submit, lay down thine arms, Nor question, nor rebel; So shalt thou hear erewhile His whisper, It is well. |
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No secret wound of thine, Though it be great or small, Presume to hide from Him; Confess, confess it all; |
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Nor merit of thine own Upon His altar place; All is of Christ alone, And of His perfect grace. |
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Rest, rest thee, weary heart, Let care and anguish cease; Take from thy Savior's hands Thine heritage of peace. |