There is sweet rest for feet now weary
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There is sweet rest for feet now weary,In the rugged, upward way;There is a morn when midnight drearyShall be lost in perfect day.
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For that blest morn our hearts are longing,When shall end earth's night of woe;When, thro' those pearly portals thronging,Mortal cares we'll leave below.
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Soon to that city, bright, eternal,Weary pilgrims all shall go;Soon we shall rest in pastures vernal,Where life's waters ceaseless flow.
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Father above, in mercy guide usTo those mansions of the blest;Safe in the Rock of Ages hide usTill we gain our final rest.