Rest From Thy Labors

Verse 1

Rest from thy labours, rest, Soul of the just set free! Blest be thy memory, and blest Thy bright example be.

Verse 2

Now toil and conflict o'er, Go, take with saints thy place, But go, as each hath gone before, A sinner saved by grace.

Verse 3

Lord Christ, into Thy hands, Our pastor we resign; And now we wait Thy own commands,-- We were not his but Thine.

Verse 4

Thou art Thy Church's Head, And when the members die, Thou raisest others in their stead,-- To Thee we lift our eye;--

Verse 5

On Thee our hopes depend, We gather round our Rock, Send whom Thou wilt, but condescend Thyself to feed Thy flock.