"Rest, weary soul! The penalty is borne, the ransom paid, For all thy sins full satisfaction made; Strive not to do thyself what Christ has done, Claim the free gift, and make the joy thine own. No more by pangs of guilt and fear distrest, Rest, sweetly rest!"
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"Rest", st. 1. Thoughtful Hours (London: T. Nelson and Sons, 1863) p. 51
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Jane Laurie Borthwick
Jane Laurie Borthwick (9 April 1813 – 7 September 1897) was a Scottish hymn writer, translator of German hymns and a noble supporter of home and foreign missions. Borthwick published under the pseudonym: H. L. L. (Hymns from the Land of Luther). She worked closely with her sister, Sarah Laurie Findlater.
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