Here o'er the earth as a stranger I roam

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

Here fierce temptations beset me around;Here is no rest, is no rest;Here I am grieved while my foes me surround;Yet I am blest, I am blest.Let them revile me, and scoff at my name,Laugh at my weeping—endeavor to shame;I will go forward, for this is my theme,There, there is rest, there is rest.

Here are afflictions and trials severe;Here is no rest, is no rest;Here I must part with the friends I hold dear;Yet I am blest, I am blest.Sweet is the promise I read in his word,—Blessed are they who have died in the Lord;They will be called to receive their reward;Then there is rest, there is rest.

This world of cares is a wilderness state,Here is no rest, is no rest;Here I must bear from the world all its hate,Yet I am blest, I am blest.Soon shall I be from the wicked released,Soon shall the weary forever be blest,Soon shall I lean upon Jesus' breast;Then there is rest, there is rest.