44a. Here o'er the earth as a stranger I roam

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

2 Here are afflictions and trials severe,
Here is no rest, here is no rest!
Here I must part with the friends I hold dear,
Yet I am blest, yet I am blest!
Sweet is the promise I read in his word;
Blessed are those who have died in the Lord,
They have been called to receive their reward.
There, there is rest, there, there is rest!

3 This world of care is a wilderness state,
Here is no rest, here is no rest!
Here must I bear from the world all its hate.
Yet I am blest, yet I am blest!
Soon shall I be from the wicked released,
Soon shall the weary for ever be blest,
Soon shall I lean upon Jesus' own breast,
There, there is rest, there, there is rest!

Text Information
First Line: Here o'er the earth as a stranger I roam
Publication Date: 1870
Notes: Tune for 44, 278, 212, and 419 in "American Sunday School Hymn Book" (ASS1860a)
Tune Information
Name: NO REST HERE
Key: G Major or modal



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