Rest, weary soul!
The penalty is borne, the ransom paid,
For all thy sins full satisfaction made;
Strive not thyself to do what Christ has done;
Take the free gift, and make the joy thine own.
No more by pangs of guild and fear distrest –
Rest, sweetly rest!

Rest, weary hart!
From all thy silent griefs, and secret pain,
Thy profitless regrets, and longings vain;
Wisdom and love have ordered all the past,
And shall be blessedness and light at last;
Cast off the cares that have so long opprest –
Rest, sweetly rest!

Rest, weary head!
Lie down to slumber in the peaceful tomb,
Light from above has broken through its gloom,
Here, in the place where once thy Saviour lay,
Where he shall wake thee on a future day,
Like a tired child upon his mother’s breast –
Rest, sweetly rest!

Rest, spirit free!
In the green pastures of the heavenly shore,
Where sin and sorrow can approach no more;
With all the flock by the Good Shepherd fed,
Besides the streams of life eternal led,
Forever with thy God and Savior blest –
Rest, sweet rest!

Author: Unknown

Signs of the Times
Volume 28, Number 4; February 15, 1860

Below are the songs that were made from the poem using AI. They are identified
by the genre of the music in paranthesis.