A rest where pure enjoyment reigns and Thou art loved alone.
A rest where all our soul's desire is fixed on things above;
Where doubt and pain and love and fear expire, cast our by perfect love.
From every evil motion freed, (The Son hath made us free),
On all the powers of hell we tread, in glorious liberty.
Safe in the way of live, above death, earth and hell we rise;
We find when perfected in love our long-sought paradise.
O that I now the rest might know, believe and enter in!
Now, Saviour, now the power 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.
Come, O my Saviour, come away! Into my soul descend,
No longer from Thy creature stay My Author and my End.
The bliss Thou hast for me prepared no longer be delayed
Come, my exceeding great reward, for Whom I first was made.
Come, Father, Son and Holy Ghost, and seal me Thine abode!
Let all I am in Thee be lost; let all be lost in God.
John and Charles Wesley (as set out in John Wesley's a Plain Account of Christian perfection.)
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