Nothing either great or small Nothing sinner, no Jesus died to pay it all Ever long ago When he from his lofty throne Stooped to do and die Everything was fully done Hearken to his cry And rest in the hands of the Savior Rest in him Rest in the grace of his labor Rest in him ♪ Weary working burdened one Wherefore toil you so? Cease your doing, all was done Ever long ago 'Til to Jesus' work you cling By a simple faith Doing is a deadly thing But by His work, we're saved So rest in the hands of the Savior Rest in him Oh rest in the grace of his labor Rest in him ♪ It is finished, yes indeed Finished we were bought Sinners, this is all we need Tell me, is it not? We cast our deadly doing down Down at Jesus' feet Stand in him and him alone Gloriously complete And rest in the hands of the Savior Rest in him Rest in the grace of his labor Rest in him Rest in the hands of the Savior Rest in him Rest in the grace of his labor Rest in him