In the Christian's home in glory There remains a land of rest There my Savior's gone before me To fulfill my soul's request
There is rest for the weary There is rest for the weary There is rest for the weary There is rest for you On the other side of Jordan In the sweet fields of Eden Where the tree of life is blooming There is rest for you
He is fitting up my mansion Which eternally shall stand For my stay shall not be transient In that holy, happy land
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Pain and sickness ne'er shall enter Grief nor woe my lot shall share But, in that celestial center I a crown of life shall wear
Death itself shall then be vanquished And his sting shall be withdrawn Shout for gladness, O ye ransomed! Hail with joy the rising morn
Sing, O sing, ye heirs of glory! Shout your triumph as you go Zion's gate will open for you You shall find an entrance through
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