Scripture Verse

His rest shall be glorious. Isaiah 11:10


William A. Ogden (1841–1897)

Words: J. J. Max­field, in Notes of Vic­to­ry, ed­it­ed by Will­iam Og­den & Ed­mund S. Lo­renz (Chi­ca­go, Il­li­nois: Flem­ing H. Re­vell, 1885), num­ber 18.

Music: South Bend Will­iam A. Og­den, 1885 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Alternate Tune:

  • Clearwater Frank­lin D. Barnes, in The Gold­en Sheaf (Bos­ton Mas­sa­chu­setts: Ad­vent Chris­tian Pub­li­ca­tion So­ci­ety, 1902), num­ber 53 (🔊 pdf nwc)

If you know Max­field’s full name, or where to get a good pho­to of him (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),


My soul has found ab­id­ing rest,
Where liv­ing foun­tains flow;
Where vales are in their ver­dure dressed,
And Sha­ron’s ros­es blow.
’Tis but a step to Sy­char’s well,
Where Je­sus speaks to me;
And oft by faith I seem to dwell
With Him in Ga­li­lee.

All gird­ed for the vic­tor’s race,
I run to win the prize
That Je­sus of­fers by His grace
To faith’s as­pir­ing eyes.
I trust Him still when for­tunes frown,
His ser­vice is so sweet,
I lay my hea­vy bur­den down
At my Re­deem­er’s feet.

I see the shin­ing way He went
To do His Fa­ther’s will;
And fol­low on in sweet con­tent,
So glad He loves me still.
And if I may but serve Him here
In my own hum­ble way
I know that I shall have no fear,
In that eter­nal day.