Jesus, I Am Resting, Resting

Jesus, I am resting, resting In the joy of what Thou art,
I am finding out the greatness Of thy loving heart.
Thou hast bid me gaze upon Thee, And thy beauty fills my soul,
For by Thy transforming power, Thou hast made me whole.

Jesus, I am resting, resting, in the joy of what Thou art,
I am finding out the greatness of Thy loving heart.

Simply trusting Thee, Lord Jesus, I behold Thee as Thou art,
And Thy love, so pure, so changeless, Satisfies my heart;
Satisfies its deepest longings, Meet, supplies its every need,
Compasseth me round with blessings; Thine is love indeed!

Jesus, I am resting, resting, in the joy of what Thou art,
I am finding out the greatness of Thy loving heart.

Ever lift Thy face upon me, As I work and wait for Thee;
Resting "neath Thy smile, Lord Jesus, Earth's dark shadows flee,
Brightness of my Father's glory, Sunshine of my Father's face;
Keep me ever trusting, resting, Fill me with thy grace.

Jesus, I am resting, resting, in the joy of what Thou art,
I am finding out the greatness of Thy loving heart.


Each morning now and sometimes in the afternoon, I'm at the piano. My old hymnals out and my rusty fingers tentatively moving over the keys, great joy and peace in these wonderful old hymns. The melodies; beautiful, inspiring, and the words, encouraging and strengthenng.

Yes, Jesus, I am resting, resting. It's the only thing to do, but so hard at times. Seems like a simple concept but difficult to put into practice.

Thank you for the greatness of your loving heart!