Satisfied with Thee, Lord Jesus, I am blest; Peace which passeth understanding, On Thy breast; No more doubting, no more trembling, Oh, what rest! Oh, what rest! Occupied with Thee, Lord Jesus, In Thy grace; All Thy ways and tho'ts about me Only trace Deeper stories of the glories Of Thy grace, of Thy grace. Taken up with Thee, Lord Jesus, I would be; Finding joy and satisfaction All in Thee; Thou the nearest and the dearest Unto me, unto me. List'ning for Thy shout, Lord Jesus, In the air! When Thy saints shall rise with joy to Meet Thee there; O what gladness! no more sadness, Sin nor care, sin nor care.