Oh, give it then to me;
The rest of ceasing from myself,
To find my all in Thee.
And works within my breast,
To come between Thee and my soul,
And keep me back from rest.
Of seeming verity,
As if it were not safe to rest
And venture all on Thee.
A victory over sin;
I seek that Thou alone shouldst reign
O'er all without, within.
So shall the work be done;
For who can work so wondrously
As the Almighty One?
Eternal light shall break,
And, in Thy likeness perfected,
I "satisfied" shall wake.