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.
Source: Christ in Song: for all religious services nearly one thousand best gospel hymns, new and old with responsive scripture readings (Rev. and Enl.) #947
|First Line:||My home is in heaven, my rest is not here|
|Title:||The Lion of Judah|
|Author:||Henry Francis Lyte|
|Source:||Poems, Chiefly Religious (London: James Nisbet, 1833)|
|Refrain First Line:||For the Lion of Judah shall break ev'ry chain|
|Copyright:||Public Domain; Public Domain|
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|The Cyber Hymnal #12054||The PIlgrim's Song||My rest is in Heaven; my rest is not here||WE PRAISE THEE||Henry F. Lyte||18.104.22.168||<cite>Poems, Chiefly Religious</cite> (London: James Nisbet, 1833)|