Eternal rest is a concept of the Afterlife expressed in some Christian denominations, characterizing it as an endless peace and calmness in the presence of God.


  • Eternal rest grant to him, O Lord; and let light perpetual shine upon him. May his soul, and the souls of all the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, rest in peace.
    • A prayer for the deceased, as cited in Charles Hefling, Cynthia Shattuck, The Oxford Guide to The Book of Common Prayer: A Worldwide Survey (2006), p. 524

Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895)

Quotes reported in Josiah Hotchkiss Gilbert, Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895).
  • If thou seek rest in this life, how wilt them then attain to the everlasting rest? Dispose not thyself for much rest, but for great patience. Seek true peace — not in earth, but in heaven; not in men, nor in any other creature, but in God alone.
  • Rest is not quitting
    This busy career;
    Rest is the fitting
    Of self to its sphere.
  • It is not the placidity of stupid ease that we should covet, but the repose that is requisite for the renewal of exhausted strength, the serenity that succeeds the storm, and the salubrity that repays its ravages.
  • Thou hast made us for Thyself, and the heart never resteth till it findeth rest in Thee.
  • Oh, give Thine own sweet rest to me,
    That I may speak with soothing power
    A word in season, as from Thee,
    To weary ones in needful hour.
  • Rest in the Lord. Let your intellect, your judgment, your reason, rest in God; in God personal, and possessed of every perfection—almighty and all-knowing, kind, righteous, and holy; that is, on a God truly Divine. Rest in the Lord as He reveals Himself in the gospel, merciful and gracious. Faith in God is good, but faith in Him as our own God is better.
  • It is not in understanding a set of doctrines; not in outward comprehension of the " scheme of salvation," that rest and peace are to be found, but in taking up, in all lowliness and meekness, the yoke of the Lord Jesus Christ.
  • You are made to find your rest only in God. As the eye craves light, and the ear sound, your higher nature sighs for God. Your desires, vainly seeking rest apart from Him, are trailing flowers climbing up the reeds and stalks only to bend them down to the earth, instead of grasping a high and strong support that would lift them up and let them hang out their bells in the sun. God alone can satisfy the soul. It needs His infinite love and unclouded light to meet its lon'ging.
  • The Princess Elizabeth, of England, was found dead with her head resting on her Bible, open at these words, "Come unto me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest." So may we all fall asleep at last when the day's work for Jesus is over, and wake up in heaven to find ourselves in the delicious rest that remaineth for the people of God.
  • For me, my heart, that erst did go
    Most like a tired child at a show,
    That sees through tears the mummers leap,
    Would now its wearied vision close,
    Would childlike on His love repose,
    Who giveth His Beloved, sleep.
  • Go where ye will, your soul shall not sleep sound but in Christ's bosom.
  • Sit thou at the feet of Christ, and within the influence of His all-composing calmness thine all-disturbing activity shall be gently soothed into quietness and peace; there thy weary soul shall find rest and bliss.
  • After the burden and heat of the day,
    The starry calm of night;
    After the rough and toilsome way,
    A sleep in the robe of white.
    Oh, sweet is the slumber wherewith the King
    Hath caused the weary to rest!
    For, sleeping, they hear the angels sing,
    They lean on the Master's breast.
    Tarry with me, O my Saviour;
    Lay my head upon Thy breast
    Till the morning; then awake me —
    Morning of eternal rest.
  • Lord Jesus, I am weary in Thy work, but not of it. If I have not yet finished my course, let me go and speak for Thee once more in the field, seal Thy truth, and come home to die.
  • Rest, weary heart,
    From all Thy silent griefs and secret pain,
    Thy profitless regrets, and longings vain;
    Wisdom and love have ordered all the past,
    All shall be blessedness and joy af last;
    Cast off the cares that have so long oppressed;
    Rest, sweetly rest!

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