Great God above, beheld below In Christ the Image, once unknown Before first dawn or moonlit night The Word eternal ruled with might Preeminence and lofty power That saved our souls that foreknown hour He molds the mountains, sculpts the streams He cures our souls of sin's disease Go rest easy, weary soul Call and cleave to Christ alone Great God unseen is now revealed Christ, clothed in flesh, yet sovereign still Saints reconciled know all our peace Was willed and won at Calvary Alive the Firstborn from the dead The Great I Am, our Church's head Was crowned with thorns in scarlet flow Our maker poured out for His own Go rest easy, weary soul Call and cleave to Christ alone Go rest easy, weary soul Call and cleave to Christ alone Oh soul, your Sovereign takes His seat With rule, reign, and authority Your Savior raised your low estate Now draw near to the throne of grace Now draw near to the throne of grace Go rest easy, weary soul Call and cleave to Christ alone Go rest easy, weary soul Call and cleave to Christ alone