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Rest, my soul, the work is done,
Done by God's beloved Son;
This to faith is now so clear,
There's no place for torturing fear.
Not through works of weary toil
Comes the sunshine of God's smile;
Won by Christ, if found in Him,
Brightly falls the glorious beam.
With belief in Jesus blest,
We are entering into rest;
He who God's salvation brought
In us all our works hath wrought.
Come, my soul, take up the cross,
Count the gain, despise the loss;
Labour for and with the Lord
Brings exceeding great reward.
Free from every fear of wrath,
Choose the labourer's happy path;
Tread the way which Christ hath trod
Till the sabbath of thy God.
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7 7 7 7
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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MERCY
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7 7 7 7
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| # 248 | Ab | | # 605 | Ab | | # 170 | Bb | | # 10 | Bb | | # 199 | Bb |
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