Hymns and Sacred Poems (1749), Hymn 17

O Jesus, my Rest,
How unspeakably blest
Is the sinner that comes to be hid in Thy breast!
I come at Thy call,
At Thy feet do I fall,
And believe, and confess Thee my God, and my all.

Thou art Mary's good part,
The thing needful Thou art,
The desire of my eyes, and the joy of my heart.
My comfort and stay,
My life, and my way,
My crown of rejoicing in that happy day.

Health, pardon, and peace
In Thee I possess;
I can have nothing more, I will have nothing less.
I stand in Thy might,
I walk in Thy light,
And all heaven I claim in Thy God-giving right.