1. My rest is in heaven, my rest is not here.
Then why should I tremble when trials are near?
Be hush'd, my sad spirit, the worst that can come
But shortens my journey, and hastens me home.
2. It is not for me to be seeking my bliss,
Nor building my hopes in a region like this;
I look for a city that hands have not piled,
I pant for a country by sin undefiled.
3. Let doubt, then, and danger, my progress oppose,
They only make heaven more sweet at its close;
Come joy, or come sorrow, what e'er may befall,
An hour with my God will make up for them all.
Lyte, Henry Francis, M.A., son of Captain Thomas Lyte, was born at Ednam, near Kelso, June 1, 1793, and educated at Portora (the Royal School of Enniskillen), and at Trinity College, Dublin, of which he was a Scholar, and where he graduated in 1814. During his University course he distinguished himself by gaining the English prize poem on three occasions. At one time he had intended studying Medicine; but this he abandoned for Theology, and took Holy Orders in 1815, his first curacy being in the neighbourhood of Wexford. In 1817, he removed to Marazion, in Cornwall. There, in 1818, he underwent a great spiritual change, which shaped and influenced the whole of his after life, the immediate cause being the illness and death of a brother cler… Go to person page >
Display Title: The PIlgrim's SongFirst Line: My rest is in Heaven; my rest is not hereTune Title: WE PRAISE THEEAuthor: Henry F. LyteMeter: 11.11.11.11Source: Poems, Chiefly Religious (London: James Nisbet, 1833)