Rest

By: J.N. Darby

There is rest for the weary soul,There is rest in the Saviour’s love;There is rest in the grace that has made me whole-That seeks out those that rove. >There is rest in the tender loveThat has trodden our path below;That has given us a place in the realms above,But can all our sorrows know. >There is rest in the calming graceThat flows from those realms above;What rest in the thought-we shall see His face,Who has given us to know His love! >There is rest in the midst of grief,For grief’s been the proof of love;'Tis sweet in that love to find relief,When the sorrows of earth we prove. >There is rest in the Saviour’s heartWho never turned sorrow away,But has found, in what sin had made our part,The place of His love’s display. >There is rest in the blessed yokeThat knows no will but His;That learns, from His path and the words He spoke,What that loving patience is. >Where He too has gone before,Is the path which we have to tread;And it leads to the rest where sorrow’s o’er-To the place where His steps have led.