1 Beyond the valley lying low,
Through which our feet some day shall go—
Beyond the hill’s so purple haze,
That stretches far beyond our gaze—
There is a place, so happily blest,
Which here we call The Land of Rest.
2 A land with hills and valleys fair,
And many of our loved are there;
So silently, and one by one
They went the lonesome journey on;
All, folded hands upon their breast,
Went out into The Land of Rest.
3 I long that happy bourne to see,
I long to know how it will be,
When first these eyes of mine behold
The land of which the prophets told.
Of my inheritance possessed,
When shall I reach The Land of Rest?
4 O blessèd land! O time so slow!
Not with reluctance I shall go,
But on my lips a happy song,
That it, the day looked for so long,
Has come to take me to that blest—
That peaceful land, The Land of Rest.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #9269
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|The Cyber Hymnal #9269||Land Of Rest||Beyond the valley lying low||BARBUDA||Helen A. Manville||88.88.88||<cite>Good Housekeeping</cite> magazine, Vol. 5, Sept. 17, 1887, p. 234, alt.|