The Sacred Harp 2012 Cooper Book Edition
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Song · Page 284

The Christian’s Rest

Lyrics

O land of rest, for thee I sigh,
When will the moment come
When I shall lay my armor by,
And dwell in peace at home?

Chorus:

Carry me home, Carry me home;
Carry me to my long sought home,
Where Sabbath hath no end.

No tranquil joys on earth I know,
No peaceful, shelt’ring dome;
This world’s a wilderness of woe,
This world is not my home.

(Chorus)

To Jesus Christ I sought for rest,
He bid me cease to roam,
And fly for refuge to His breast,
And He’d conduct me home.

(Chorus)