Rest Yonder
This is not my place of resting,
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This is not my place of resting,Mine's a city yet to come;Onward to it I am hast'ning,On to my eternal home.
Refrain.
There is rest yonder, there is rest yonder,There is rest in that happy land;There is rest yonder, there is rest yonder,There is rest in that happy land.
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In it all is light and glory;O'er it shines a nightless day;Every trace of sin's sad story—All the curse has passed away.
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There the Lamb, our Shepherd, leads usBy the streams of life along,On the freshest pastures feeds us,Turns our sighing into song.
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Soon we pass this desert dreary,Soon we bid farewell to pain,Nevermore are sad and weary,Never, never, sin again!