Jean Sophia Pigott

Jesus, I am resting, resting
     In the joy of what Thou art,

Jesus, I am resting, resting
     In the joy of what Thou art,
I am finding out the greatness
     Of Thy loving heart.
Here I gaze and gaze upon Thee,
     As Thy beauty fills my soul,
For by Thy transforming power,
     Thou hast made me whole.

O how great Thy loving-kindness,
     Vaster, broader than the sea;
O how marvelous 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 longing,
     Meets, supplies my every need,
Compasseth me round with blessings:
     Thine is love indeed.

Ever lift Thy face upon me
     As I work and wait for Thee;
Resting ’neath Thy smile, Lord Jesus,
     Earth’s dark shadows flee.
Brightness of my Father’s glory,
     Sunshine of my Father’s face,
Let Thy glory e’er shine on me,
     Fill me with Thy grace.

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