Turn unto your rest.

Slavery is when I spend every minute of my life attempting to justify myself in the way that this hymn explains Christ has already done.

From whence this fear and unbelief?

Has not the Father put to grief

His spotless Son for me?

And will the righteous Judge of men

Condemn me for that debt sin

Which, Lord, was charged on thee?

Complete atonement You have made,

And to the utmost farthing paid

Whatever Your people owed;

How then can wrath on me take place

If sheltered in Your righteousness,

And sprinkled with Your blood?

If You have my discharge procured,

And freely in my room endured

The whole of wrath divine,

Payment God cannot twice demand--

First at my bleeding Surety's hand,

And then again at mine.

Turn then, my soul, unto your rest!

The merits of your great High Priest

Have bought your liberty;

Trust in his efficacious blood,

Nor fear your banishment from God,

Since Jesus died for thee.