Let toil and anguish cease;
Take from Thy Savior’s hands
Thine heritage of peace.
Too low thou canst not be,
For sacred calm is here,
And here is liberty.
Nor question, nor rebel;
So shalt thou hear erewhile
His whisper, It is well.
Though it be great or small,
Presume to hide from Him;
Confess, confess it all;
Upon His altar place;
All is of Christ alone,
And of His perfect grace.
Let care and anguish cease;
Take from thy Savior’s hands
Thine heritage of peace.