Come, come, sweet rest

1 Come, come, sweet rest, Which leads to God And brings us to our blessed Saviour. In that blest place, Where face to face, The ransomed host sings to God’s praise and favor. 2 Hence vanity, E’en world and time! My heart longs for its home in heaven. Here tears oppress, But all distress Shall change to joy when His reward is given. 3 Thou city pure With walls secure, With precious jewels brightly beaming; Celestial lights Are shining bright; The light from God and the blest Lamb is streaming. 4 The holiness, That pure white dress, Is there Thy host with grace adorning. Our thanks and praise To God we’ll raise, With joyful songs of gratitude resounding. 5 Come, come, sweet rest, Us from distress, From cross and sorrow to deliver. Eternity where we shall be United with eternal joys forever.

Source: Zion's Harp: a collection of hymns and songs for the Apostolic Christian Church of America #147