Here is no Rest

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 day,When 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 call'd 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.