#28Here is No Rest

HERE o'er the earth as a stranger I roam, Here is no rest, is no rest; Here as a pilgrim I wander alone, Yet I am blest, I am blest. For I look forward to that glorious day, When sin and sorrow will vanish away, My heart doth leap while I hear Jesus say, There, there is rest, there is rest.

Here fierce temptations beset me around, Here is no rest, is no rest; Here I am griev'd while my foes me surround; Yet I am blest, I am blest. Let them revile me, and scoff at my name, Laugh at my weeping–endeavor to shame; I will go forward, for this is my theme; There, there is rest, there is rest.

Here are afflictions and trials severe; Here is no rest, is no rest; Here I must part with the friends I hold dear; Yet I am blest, I am blest. Sweet is the promise I read in his word; Blessed are they who have died in the Lord They will be call'd to receive their reward; Then there is rest, there is rest.

This world of cares is a wilderness state, Here is no rest, is no rest; Here I must bear from the world all its hate, Yet I am blest, I am blest. Soon shall I be from the wicked released,