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My Rest is in Heaven

Author: H. F Lyte Hymnal: Christ in Song #947 (1908) First Line: My rest is in heaven, my rest is not here Lyrics: 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. Topics: The Home Eternal Nearing Home Languages: English Tune Title: [My rest is in heaven, my rest is not here]

My Home Is Not Here

Hymnal: Y.M.C.A. Gospel Songs #69 (1890) First Line: My rest is in heaven, my home is not here Languages: English Tune Title: [My rest is in heaven, my home is not here]

My rest is in heaven, my rest is not here

Hymnal: Kind Words #85 (1871) Lyrics: 1 My rest is in heaven, my rest is not here, Then why should I murmur when trials are near? Be hush'd my sad spirit, the worst that can come, But shortens my journey, and hastens me home. Chorus: Home, home, sweet, sweet home, Prepare me, dear Saviour, for glory, my home. 2 It is not for me to be seeking my bliss, And building my hopes in a region like this; I look for a city which hands have not piled, I pant for a country by sin undefiled. [Chorus] 3 The thorn and the thistle around me may grow, I would not sit down upon roses below; I ask not my portion, I seek not my rest, Until I shall find them in Jesus' kind breast. [Chorus] 4 Afflictions may oppress me they cannot destroy; One glimpse of His love turns them all into joy; The bitterest tears, if He smile but on them, Like dew in the sunshine, grow diamond and gem. [Chorus] 5 Let doubt, then, and danger my progress oppose, They only make heaven more sweet at its close; Come joy, or come sorrow, whate'er may befall, One hour with my God will make up for them all. [Chorus] Languages: English

My rest is in heaven, my rest is not here

Author: Henry F. Lyte Hymnal: The Seventh-Day Adventist Hymn and Tune Book #512 (1886) Lyrics: 1 My rest is in heaven, my rest is not here, Then why should I tremble when trials are near? Be hushed, 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, Or 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 The thorn and the thistle around me may grow, I would not lie down upon roses below; I ask not my portion, I seek not my rest, Till I find them forever on Jesus' breast. 4 Afflictions may press me, they cannot destroy; One glimpse of his love turns them all into joy; And the bitterest tears, if he smile but on them, Like dew in the sunshine, grow diamond and gem. 5 Let doubt, then, and danger, my progress oppose, They only make heaven more sweet at its close; Come joy, or come sorrow, whate'er may befall, An hour with my God will make up for them all. 6 A scrip on my back, and a staff in my hand, I march on in haste through an enemy's land; The road may be rough, but it cannot be long; I'll smooth it with hope, and I'll cheer it with song. Topics: The Christian Hymns for Social Worship Tune Title: REST IN HEAVEN