In the Christian’s home in glory, There remains a land of rest, There my Saviour’s gone before me To fulfill my soul’s request. CHORUS. 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.
2 He is fitting up my mansion, Which eternally shall stand, For my stay shall not be transient, In that holy, happy land.
3 Pain nor sickness ne’er shall enter, Grief nor woe my lot shall share, But in that celestial center, I a crown of life shall wear.
4 Death itself shall then be vanquished, And his sting shall be withdrawn; Shout for gladness, O ye ransomed! Hail with joy the rising morn.
5 Sing, O sing, ye heirs of glory; Shout your triumph as you go; Zion’s gates will open for you, You shall find an entrance through.
1150 8s. What must it be to be there?
We speak of the realms of the blest, That country so bright and so fair, And oft are its glories confessed, But what must it be to be there?
2 We speak of its pathways of gold, Of its walls decked with jewels so rare, Of its wonders and pleasures untold, But what must it be to be there?
3 We speak of its freedom from sin, From sorrow, temptation and care, From trials without and within, But what must it be to be there?
4 We speak of its service of love, The robes which the glorified wear, The Church of the First-born above, But what must it be to be there?
5 O Lord, in this valley of woe, Our spirits for heaven prepare; Then shortly we also shall know And feel what it is to be there.
1151 8s & 7s. Shall we know each other there?
When we hear the music ringing In the bright celestial dome, When sweet angel voices, singing, Gladly bid us welcome home To the land of ancient story, Where the spirit knows no care, In that land of light and glory, Shall we know each other there?
2 When the holy angels meet us, As we go to join their band, Shall we know the friends that greet us In the glorious spirit land? Shall we see the same eyes shining On us as in days of yore? Shall we feel their dear arms twining Fondly round us as before?
3 Yes, my earth-worn soul rejoices, And my weary heart grows light, For the sweet and cheerful voices, And the forms so pure and bright, That shall welcome us in heaven, Are the loved of long ago; And to them ’tis kindly given, Thus their mortal friends to know.
4 O, ye weary, sad, and tossed ones, Droop not, faint not by the way; Ye shall join the loved and just ones In the land of perfect day. Harp-strings, touched by angel fingers, Murmured in my raptured ear— Evermore their sweet song lingers— We shall know each other there.
1152 8s & 7s. Happy home.
In that world of ancient story, Where no storms can ever come, Where the Saviour dwells in glory, There remains for us a home. CHORUS. Happy home, happy home, Jesus bids his followers come, To that land of bliss and glory, Our happy, happy home.
2 There within the heavenly mansions, Where life’s river flows so clear, We shall see our blesséd Saviour, If we love and serve him here.
3 There with holy angels dwelling, Where the ransomed wander free, Jesus’ praises ever telling, Sing we through eternity.
4 There amid the shining numbers, All our toils and labors o’er, Where the Guardian never slumbers, We shall dwell for evermore.
1153 6s & 4s. Almost home.
Is it a long way off? O, no! a few more years, A few more bitter tears— We shall be there. Sometimes the way seems long, Our comforters all go, Woe follows after woe, Care after care.
2 O! brethren dear, how weak, How faint and weak we are! Yet Jesus leads us far Through tangled ways Into the very heart Of this dark wilderness Where dangers thickest press, And Satan strays.
3 But he is strong and wise, And we, his children blind, Must trust his thoughtful mind And tender care. So gentle is his love, We may be sure that sight Would show us all is right, And answered prayer.
4 ’Tis no uncertain way We tread, for Jesus still Leads with unerring skill Where’er we roam; And from the desert wild Soon shall our path emerge, And land us on the verge Of our dear home.
1154 6s & 4s. I’m going home.
I am a stranger here; No home, no rest I see; Not all earth counts most dear Can win a sigh from me. I’m going home.
2 Jesus, thy home is mine, And I thy Father’s child; With hopes and joys divine, The world’s a dreary wild. I’m going home.
3 Home! O! how soft and sweet, It thrills upon the heart! Home! where the brethren meet, And never, never part. I’m going home.
4 Home! where the Bridegroom takes The purchase of his love: Home! where the Father waits To welcome saints above. I’m going home.