My Rest Is in Heaven

1My rest is in heav-en, my rest is not here;
Then why should I mur-mur when tri-als are near?
Be hushed, my sad spir-it, the worst that can come
But short-ens my jour-ney and has-tens me home.

RefrainIt may be at morn, when the day is a-wak-ing,
When sun-light through dark-ness and shad-ow is break-ing,
That Je-sus will come in the full-ness of glo-ry,
To re-ceive from the world His own.

2My rest is in heav-en, my rest is not here;
Then let me be pa-tient and ban-ish each fear;
I know I'm a strang-er and pil-grim be-low,
And home is in heav-en, to which I must go.

3My rest is in heav-en, my rest is not here;
Then let me be will-ing to la-bor and bear;
IfJe-sus re-quires it, I'll cheer-ful-ly stay,
But still I'll be long-ing to be called a-way.