Oh, the Rest of simply
trusting!

Yielded to my
Father’s will,

In His loving arms enfolded,

Just to trust
Him, and be still.

Rest from toiling, rest from
bearing;

Rest beneath
the midday sky;

Trusting Jesus, leaning on Him,

Truest,
sweetest rest have I!

 

Oh, the Peace of simply
trusting!

Perfect peace,
full, deep, serene,

Like an endless river flowing

With an
ever-brightening sheen.

Peace in conflict, peace in
trial,

Peace, while
tempests o’er me sweep;

’Mid the fiercest, wildest
tumults,

Christ my soul
in peace will keep.

 

Oh, the Joy of simply
trusting!

Is there joy can
equal this?

Calm delight and holy gladness,

Foretaste of
the coming bliss!

Joy, though sorrows dark enshroud
me;

Joy, though
doubts and fears assail;

Joy in deepest tribulation,

Trusting Him
who ne’er can fail.

 

Trusting! oh, who would not trust
Him,

When He gives
rewards like these?

Rest complete, and joy unending,

Fullest pardon,
perfect peace!

Trust Him—this is all the secret;

Take Him simply
at His word;

Trust Him only, trust Him wholly,

Christ, thy
Saviour and thy Lord!

 

(From Help
and Food, Vol. 42.)