A Few Hymns and Some Spiritual Songs. Selected 1856, for the Little Flock. Revised, 1881 ‎#301

301. Our rest is in heaven, our rest is not here

1 Our rest is in heaven, our rest is not here;
Then why should we tremble when trials are near?
Be hushed, our sad spirits, the worst that can come
But shortens the journey, and hastens us home.

2 It is not for us to be seeking our bliss,
And building our hopes in a region like this:
We look for a city which hands have not piled--
We pant for a country by sin undefiled.

3 The thorn and the thistle around us may grow--
We would not lie down, e'en on roses, below:
We ask not our portion, we seek not a rest,
Till we find them forever where Jesus is blest.

4 Let trial and danger our progress oppose,
They'll only make heaven more sweet at the close;
Come joy or come sorrow, whate'er may befall,
A home with our God will make up for it all.

5 With a scrip on the back, and a staff in the hand,
We'll march on, in haste, through an enemy's land;
The road may be rough, but it cannot be long,
And we'll smooth it with hope, and we'll cheer it with song.

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• First Line: Our rest is in heaven, our rest is not here
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1881

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