#731Rest for the Weary

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In the Chris-tian's home in glo-ry, There re-mains a land of rest; There my Sav-ior's gone be-fore me, To ful-fill my soul's re-quest.
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He is fit-ting up my man-sion, Which e-ter-nal-ly shall stand, For my stay shall not be tran-sient, In that ho-ly, hap-py land.
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Pain and sick-ness ne'er shall en-ter, Grief nor woe my lot shall share; But in that ce-les-tial cen-ter, I a crown of life shall wear.
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Death it-self shall then be con-quered, And his sting shall be with-drawn; Shout for glad-ness, O ye ran-somed, Hail with joy the gold-en dawn.
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Chorus

There is rest for the wea-ry, There is rest for the wea-ry, There is rest for the wea-ry, There is rest for you. On the oth-er side of Jor-dan, In the sweet fields of E-den, Where the tree of life is bloom-ing, There is rest for you.

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Copyright 1900 by F. E. Belden