Sunday Hymn: Jesus, I Am Resting, Resting

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

Refrain

Jesus, I am rest­ing, rest­ing,
In the joy of what Thou art;
I am find­ing out the great­ness
Of Thy lov­ing heart.

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, Be­lov­èd,
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 long­ings,
Meets, sup­plies its 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,
Keep me ev­er trust­ing, rest­ing,
Fill me with Thy grace.

—Jean S. Pi­gott