Why neath the load of your sins do ye toil? Christ giveth rest, giveth rest. Why be in slavery, why Satan's spoil? You may be blest, may be blest: Christ now invites you sweet rest to receive, Heavy's your burden, but He can relieve; If but this moment in Him you believe, You shall have rest, shall have rest. Why go ye onward, so weary and worn? Christ giveth rest, giveth rest. Why are ye hopelessly sad and forlorn? You may be blest, may be blest. Jesus the burden did bear on the tree, He was afflicted for sinners like thee; If you there Christ as your Substitute see, You shall have rest, shall have rest. Why are ye troubled when death comes in view? Christ giveth rest, giveth rest. Though after death there comes judgment too, You may be blest, may be blest. Christ bore God's judgment, poor sinners to save, He gained the victory o'er death and the grave; Oh, now believe Him, and life you shall have, You shall have rest, shall have rest. Money or price ye have no need to bring, Christ giveth rest, giveth rest. Why to your rags and your poverty cling? Come and be blest, and be blest. Away with all fear, away with all doubt, Hear His own words, which none can refute, "Whoe'er comes to Me, I'll in no wise cast out; I'll give him rest, give him rest."