I Rest Upon His Promise

Lord, I believe a rest remains
To all thy people known;
A rest where pure enjoyment reigns,
And thou art lov'd alone.

A rest, where all our soul's desire
Is fix'd on things above;
Where fear, and sin, and grief expire,
Cast out by perfect love.

Oh! that I now the rest might know,
Believe, and enter in;
Now, Saviour, now the pow'r bestow,
And let me cease from sin.

Remove this hardness from my heart,
This unbelief, remove;
To me the rest of faith impart -
The Sabbath of thy love.

I rest upon His promise, sure;
I come, I wait to prove
The cleansing of my heart from sin,
The fullness of His love.

Words by Charles Wesley