411: REST, my soul, the work is doneby Mary Bowley (Mrs Peters) (1813-1856)
1 REST, my soul, the work is done,
Done by God's beloved Son;
This to faith is now so clear,
There's no place for torturing fear.
2 Not through works of weary toil
Comes the sunshine of God's smile;
Won by Christ, if found in Him,
Brightly falls the glorious beam.
3 With belief in Jesus blest,
We are entering into rest;
He who God's salvation brought
In us all our works hath wrought.
4 Come, my soul, take up the cross,
Count the gain, despise the loss;
Labour for and with the Lord
Brings exceeding great reward.
5 Free from every fear of wrath,
Choose the labourer's happy path;
Tread the way which Christ hath trod
Till the sabbath of thy God.