Here is No Rest

Verse 1

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 rent—there is rest.

Verse 1

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.

Verse 2

Here fierce temptations beset me around,
Here is no rest—is no rest;
Here am I griev'd 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.

Verse 2

Here fierce temptations beset me around,
Here is no rest, is no rest;
Here I am griev'd 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.

Verse 3

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.

Verse 3

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.

Verse 4

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 for ever be blest,
Soon shall I lean upon Jesus' breast—
Then there is rest—there is rest.

Verse 4

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,