The Sacred Harp 2012 Cooper Book Edition
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Song · Page 430

Land of Rest

Lyrics

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

Chorus:

O Heaven! sweet Heaven!
Home of the blest!
How I long to be there,
In its glories to share,
And to lean on my Savior’s breast.

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)