Keswick's Authentic Voice by Herbert F. Stevenson, Editor

My Savior, Thou hast offered rest:

Oh, give it then to me;

The rest of ceasing from myself,

To find my all in Thee.

This cruel self, oh, how it strives

And works within my breast,

To come between Thee and my soul,

And keep me back from rest.

How many subtle forms it takes

Of seeming verity,

As if it were not safe to rest

And venture all on Thee.

O Lord, I seek a holy rest,

A victory over sin!

I seek that Thou alone shouldst reign

O’er all without, within.

In Thy strong hand I lay me down,

So shall the work be done:

For who can work so wondrously

As the Almighty One?

Work on, then, Lord, till on my soul

Eternal light shall break,

And, in Thy likeness perfected,

I “satisfied” shall wake.