| | The Believer's Rest. (654) Lord, I believe a rest remainsTo all thy people known;
 A rest where pure enjoyment reigns,
 And thou art loved alone.
 2 A rest where all our soul's desireIs fixed on things above;
 Where fear, and sin, and grief expire,
 Cast out by perfect love.
 3 Oh, that I now the rest might know,Believe and enter in:
 Now, Savior, now the power bestow,
 And let me cease from sin.
 4 Remove this hardness from my heart;This unbelief remove:
 To me the rest of faith impart --
 The Sabbath of thy love.
 Charles Wesley. 
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