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216. So rest, my Rest!

1 So rest, my Rest!
Thou ever Blest!
Thy grave with sinners making;
By Thy precious death from sin
My dead soul awaking.

2 After Thy strife,
Life of my life,
Thou'rt in the tomb reposing,
Round Thee now a rock-hewn grave,
Rock of Ages, closing.

3 How cold art Thou,
My Savior, now!
Thy fervent love hath driven
Thee into the cold, dark grave,
Thst I might gain heaven.

4 Breath of all breath!
I know from death
Thou wilt my dust awaken;
Wherefore should I dread the grave,
Or my faith be shaken?

5 To me the tomb
Shall be a room
Where I lie down on roses;
Who by faith hath conquered death,
Sweetly there reposes.

6 The body dies--
Naught else--and lies
In dust, until victorious
From the grace it shall arise
Beautiful and glorious.

7 Meantime I will,
My Savior, still
Deep in my bosom lay Thee,
Ever musing on Thy death:
Leave me not, I pray Thee!

Text Information
First Line: So rest, my Rest!
Meter: 4, 4, 7, 7, 6.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1918
Topic: Passion of Christ
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