Rest for the Weary

1In 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.

RefrainThere 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.

2He 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.

3Pain 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.

4Death 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.