Kind Words ‎#85

85. My rest is in heaven, my rest is not here

1 My rest is in heaven, my rest is not here,
Then why should I murmur when trials are near?
Be hush'd my sad spirit, the worst that can come,
But shortens my journey, and hastens me home.

Chorus:
Home, home, sweet, sweet home,
Prepare me, dear Saviour, for glory, my home.

2 It is not for me to be seeking my bliss,
And building my hopes in a region like this;
I look for a city which hands have not piled,
I pant for a country by sin undefiled. [Chorus]

3 The thorn and the thistle around me may grow,
I would not sit down upon roses below;
I ask not my portion, I seek not my rest,
Until I shall find them in Jesus' kind breast. [Chorus]

4 Afflictions may oppress me they cannot destroy;
One glimpse of His love turns them all into joy;
The bitterest tears, if He smile but on them,
Like dew in the sunshine, grow diamond and gem. [Chorus]

5 Let doubt, then, and danger my progress oppose,
They only make heaven more sweet at its close;
Come joy, or come sorrow, whate'er may befall,
One hour with my God will make up for them all. [Chorus]

Text Information

• First Line: My rest is in heaven, my rest is not here
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1871
• Notes: Rest in Heaven. 11s. To the tune "The Saint's Sweet Home."

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