“Jesus! I rest in Thee,
In Thee myself I hide;
Laden with guilt and misery,
Where can I rest beside?
‘Tis on Thy meek and lowly breast
My weary soul alone can rest.
Thou Holy One of God,
The Father rests in Thee;
And in the savor of that blood,
Which speaks to Him for me;
The curse is gone — through Thee I’m blest,
God rests in Thee — in Thee I rest.”