33*. Rest My Soul, the Work Is Done

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by Mary Bowley
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Rest my soul, the work is done,
 
Done by God's almighty 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 full salvation brought,
 
In us all our works hath wrought.
4
Come, my soul, take up the cross,
 
Count the gain, despise the loss;
 
Labor for and with the Lord
 
Brings exceeding great reward.
5
Free from every fear of wrath,
 
Choose the laborer's happy path,
 
Tread the way which Christ hath trod,
 
Till the sabbath of thy God.