Why ‘neath the load of your sins do you toil?
Christ giveth rest, Christ giveth rest.
Why be in slavery why Satan’s spoil?
You may be blest, you may be blest.
Christ now invites you sweet rest to receive;
Heavy’s your burden, but He can relieve.
If but this moment in Him you believe,
You shall have rest, shall have rest.

Why are you troubled if death comes in view?
Christ giveth rest, Christ giveth rest,
Though after death there will come judgment too,
You may be blest, you may be blest.
Christ bore God’s judgment poor sinners to save;
He gained the vict’ry o’er death and the grave;
Oh! now believe Him, and life you shall have;
You shall have rest, shall have rest.

Money or price you need never to bring,
Christ giveth rest, Christ giveth rest,
Why to your rags and your poverty cling,
Come and be blest, come and be blest.
Why will you fear when there’s no room for doubt?
Hear His own words which not one can refute
“Who comes to Me I’ll in no wise cast out;
I’ll give him rest, give him rest!”