The Sacred Harp 2012 Cooper Book Edition
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Song · Page 285b

Land of Rest

Lyrics

O land of rest, for thee I sigh,
When will the moments come,
When I shall lay my armor by,
And dwell with Christ at home?

Weary of wand’ring round and round,
This vale of sin and gloom,
I long to leave th’ unhallowed ground
And dwell with Christ at home.