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1 Sweet land of rest, for thee I sigh!
When will the moment come,
When I shall lay my armor by,
And dwell with Christ at home,
And dwell with Christ at home
And dwell with Christ at home;
When I shall lay my armor by,
And dwell with Christ at home.
2 No tranquil joys on earth I know,
No peaceful sheltering dome;
This world's a wilderness of woe,
This world is not my home,
This world is not my home;
This world is not my home
This world's a wilderness of woe,
This world is not my home.
3 To Jesus Christ I fled for rest,
He bade me cease to roam;
But fly for succor to his breast
And he’d conduct me home,
And he'd conduct me home;
And he'd conduct me home,
But fly for succor to his breast
And he'd conduct me home.
4 Weary of wand’ring round and round
This vale of sin and gloom,
I long to leave th’unhallowed ground,
And dwell with Christ at home,
And dwell with Christ at home;
And dwell with Christ at home,
I long to leave th'unhallowed ground,
And dwell with Christ at home.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Sweet land of rest, for thee I sigh |
Title: | Sweet Land of Rest |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1889 |
Notes: | Public Domain. |
Tune Information | |
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Name: | [Sweet land of rest, for thee I sigh] |
Notes: | Public Domain. |