S.Y. Harmer
IN the Christian’s home in glory,
There remains a land of rest;
There my Saviour’s gone before me,
To fulfil 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.
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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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Sing, Oh! sing, ye heirs of glory!
Shout your triumph as you go;
Zion’s gate will open for you,
You shall find an entrance through.
