My Rest MARTYRDOM—Hugh Wilson My Rest 1 For ever here my rest shall be, Close to Thy bleeding side; This all my hope, and all my plea: For me the Saviour died 2 My dying Saviour and my God, Fountain for guilt and sin— Sprinkle me ever with Thy blood, And cleanse and keep me clean 3 Wash me and make me Thine own; Wash me, and mine Thou art: Wash me: but not my feet alone— My hands, my head, my heart 4 The atonement of Thy blood apply, Till faith to sight improve; Till hope in full fruition