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Yes, there remaineth yet [still] a rest

Author: J. S. Kunth Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymn Book with Tunes #d532 (1912) Hymnal Title: Evangelical Lutheran Hymn Book with Tunes Languages: English
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Yes, there remaineth yet a rest!

Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymn-book #400 (1893) Hymnal Title: Evangelical Lutheran Hymn-book Lyrics: 1 YES, there remaineth yet a rest! Arise, sad heart, that darkly pines, By heavy care and pain opprest, On whom no sun of gladness shines; Look to the Lamb! in yon bright fields Thou'lt know the joy His presence yields; Cast off thy load and thither haste; Soon shalt thou fight and bleed no more, Soon, soon thy weary course be o'er, And deep the rest thou then shalt taste. 2 The rest appointed thee of God, The rest that naught shall break or move, That ere this earth by man was trod Was set apart for thee by Love. Our Saviour gave His life to win This rest for thee; O enter in! Here how His voice sounds far and wide, Ye weary souls no more delay, Loiter not faithless by the way, Here in my peace and rest abide! 3 Ye heavy-laden, come to Him! Ye who are bent with many a load, Come from your prisons drear and dim, Toil thus not sadly on your road! Ye've borne the burden of the day, And hear ye not the Saviour say: "I am your Refuge and your Rest"? His children ye, of heavenly birth, Howe'er may rage sin, hell, or earth, Here are ye safe, here calmly blest. 4 O what contentment fills the breast Of wanderers through the desert plains, If thy have found a place to rest, To quench their thirst and cure their pains! How welcome is an humble bed, Where they may rest their weary head, To persons that are sick and sore! Such hours of sweet repose soon fly, But there remains a rest on high Where we shall rest forevermore. 5 Yonder in joy the sheaves we bring, Whose seed was sown on earth in tears; There in our Father's house we sing The song too sweet for mortal ears. Sorrow and sighing all are past, And pain and death are fled at last; There with the Lamb of God we dwell, He leads us to the crystal river, He wipes away all tears forever; What there is ours no tongue can tell. 6 Nor thirst nor hunger pains us there, The time of recompense is come, Nor cold nor scorching heat we bear, Safe sheltered in our Saviour's home. The Lamb is in the midst; and those Who followed Him through shame and woes, Are crowned with honor, joy, and peace. The dry bones gather life again, One Sabbath over all shall reign, Wherein all toil and labor cease. 7 There is untroubled calm and light, No gnawing care shall mar our rest; Ye weary, heed this word aright Come, lean upon your Saviour's breast. Fain would I linger here no more, Fain to yon happier world upsoar, And join that bright expectant band. O raise, my soul, the joyful song That rings through yon triumphant throng; Thy perfect rest is nigh at hand. Topics: Eternity Languages: English
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Yes, there remaineth still a rest!

Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymn-book #566 (1918) Meter: 8.10.1 Hymnal Title: Evangelical Lutheran Hymn-book Lyrics: 1 Yes, there remaineth still a rest! Arise, sad heart, that darkly pines, By heavy care and pain opprest, On whom no sun of gladness shines; Look to the Lamb! in yon bright fields Thou'lt know the joy His presence yields; Cast off thy load and thither haste; Soon shalt thou fight and bleed no more, Soon, soon thy weary course be o'er, And deep the rest thou then shalt taste. 2 The rest appointed thee of God, The rest that naught shall break or move, That ere this earth by man was trod Was set apart for thee by love. Our Savior gave His life to win This rest for thee; O enter in! Here how His voice sounds far and wide, Ye weary souls, no more delay, Loiter not faithless by the way, Here in my peace and rest abide! 3 Ye heavy-laden, come to Him! Ye who are bent with many a load, Come from your prisons drear and dim, Toil thus not sadly on your road! Ye've borne the burden of the day, And hear ye not the Savior say: "I am your refuge and your rest"? His children ye, of heavenly birth, Howe'er may rage sin, hell, or earth, Here are ye safe, here calmly blest. 4 O what contentment fills the breast Of wanderers through the desert plains, If thy have found a place to rest, To quench their thirst and cure their pains! How welcome is an humble bed, Where they may rest their weary head, To persons that are sick and sore! Such hours of sweet repose soon fly, But there remains a rest on high Where we shall rest forevermore. 5 Yonder in joy the sheaves we bring, Whose seed was sown on earth in tears; There in our Father's house we sing The song too sweet for mortal ears. Sorrow and sighing all are past, And pain and death are fled at last; There with the Lamb of God we dwell, He leads us to the crystal river, He wipes away all tears forever; What there is ours no tongue can tell. 6 Nor thirst nor hunger pains us there, The time of recompense is come, Nor cold nor scorching heat we bear, Safe sheltered in our Savior's home. The Lamb is in the midst; and those Who followed Him through shame and woes, Are crowned with honor, joy, and peace. The dry bones gather life again, One Sabbath over all shall reign, Wherein all toil and labor cease. 7 There is untroubled calm and light, No gnawing care shall mar our rest; Ye weary, heed this word aright; Come, lean upon your Savior's breast. Fain would I linger here no more, Fain to yon happier world upsoar, And join that bright expectant band. O raise, my soul, the joyful song That rings through yon triumphant throng; Thy perfect rest is nigh at hand. Topics: Heaven Languages: English

Yes, there remaineth yet [still] a rest

Author: Catherine Winkworth, 1827-1878; J. S. Kunth Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymnbook (Lutheran Conference of Missouri and Other States) #d386 (1889) Hymnal Title: Evangelical Lutheran Hymnbook (Lutheran Conference of Missouri and Other States) Languages: English
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Yes, there remaineth yet [still] a rest

Author: Catherine Winkworth, 1827-1878; J. S. Kunth Hymnal: Lyra Germanica #195 (1856) Hymnal Title: Lyra Germanica Languages: English
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Yes, there remaineth yet a rest!

Author: Kunth; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: Lyra Germanica #80 (1861) Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8.8.8.8.8 Hymnal Title: Lyra Germanica Lyrics: Yes, there remaineth yet a rest! Arise, sad heart, who now dost pine, By heavy care and pain opprest, On whom no sun of joy can shine; Look to the Lamb! in yon bright fields Thou'lt know the joy His presence yields; Cast off thy load and thither haste; Soon shalt thou fight and bleed no more, Soon, soon thy weary course be o'er, And deep the rest thou then shalt taste: The rest appointed thee of God, The rest that nought shall break or move, That ere this earth by man was trod Was set apart for thee by Love. Our Saviour gave His life to win This rest for thee; oh enter in! Here how His voice sounds far and wide: Ye weary souls, no more delay, Nor loiter faithless by the way, Here in my peace and rest abide! Ye heavy-laden, come to Him! Ye who are bent with many a load, Come from your prisons drear and dim, Toil not thus sadly on your road! Ye've borne the burden of the day, And hear ye not your Saviour say, I am your refuge and your rest? His children ye, of heavenly birth, Howe'er may rage sin, hell, or earth, Here are ye safe, here calmly blest. Yonder in joy the sheaves we bring, Whose seed was sown on earth in tears; There in our Father's house we sing The song too sweet for mortal ears. Sorrow and sighing all are past, And pain and death are fled at last, There with the Lamb of God we dwell, He leads us to the crystal river, He wipes away all tears for ever; What there is ours no tongue can tell. Hunger nor thirst can pain us there, The time of recompense is come, Nor cold nor scorching heat we bear, Safe sheltered in our Saviour's home. The Lamb is in the midst; and those Who followed Him through shame and woes, Are crowned with honour, joy, and peace. The dry bones gather life again, One Sabbath over all shall reign, Wherein all toil and labour cease. There is untroubled calm and light, No gnawing care shall mar our rest; Ye weary, heed this word aright, Come, lean upon your Saviour's breast. Fain would I linger here no more, Fain to yon happier world upsoar, And join that bright expectant band. Oh raise, my soul, the joyful song That rings through yon triumphant throng; Thy perfect rest is nigh at hand. Languages: English
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Yes, there remaineth yet a rest!

Author: Kunth; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: Lyra Germanica #S1-80 (1881) Hymnal Title: Lyra Germanica Languages: English

Yes, there remaineth yet [still] a rest

Author: Catherine Winkworth, 1827-1878; J. S. Kunth Hymnal: Select Songs for School and Home #d164 (1922) Hymnal Title: Select Songs for School and Home

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