Jesus, I am resting, resting | In the joy of what Thou art | I am finding out the greatness | Of Thy loving heart.
Oh, how great Thy loving kindness | Vaster, broader than the sea | Oh, how marvellous Thy goodness | Lavished all on me | Yes, I rest in Thee, Beloved | Know what wealth of grace is Thine | Know Thy certainty of promise | And have made it mine.
Simply trusting Thee, Lord Jesus | I behold Thee as Thou art | And Thy love so pure, so changeless | Satisfies my heart. | Satisfies its deepest longings | Meets, supplies its every need | Compasseth me round with blessings | Thine is love indeed!
Written by Jean Sophia Pigott, an Irish writer, in 1876. It is said that during the Boxer uprising in China, Hudson Taylor upon hearing of the destruction of missionary stations and massacre of missionaries, sat at his desk singing softly these words he dearly loved.
In returning and rest you shall be saved; in quietness and in trust shall be your strength — Isaiah 30:15
Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest — Matthew 11:28
For we who have believed enter that rest… — Hebrews 4:3
For whoever has entered God’s rest has also rested from his works as God did from his — Hebrews 4:10
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