1 There is a sweet peace in believing God’s word,
And fulness of joy in His rest;
And the prospect so pleasing for those who have heard
Of the home in the realms of the blest
There’s a balm for the weary, a rest near the throne,
Where Jesus, the Savior, doth reign.
And our loved ones have gone to that beautiful home,
They are free from all sorrow and pain.
2 We’ll be faithful and true to our calling below,
Toil on in our labor of love,
Till our Master shall say at the close of the day,
“Come, rest in my mansion above.”
O how sweet it will be when from labor set free,
To rest on the Savior’s strong arm,
While He bears us safe o’er to the evergreen shore,
Where to tempest or fear can alarm.
3 There the loved ones will meet on the golden-paved street,
And with rapturous joy will behold
Our blessed Redeemer, whose presence so sweet
Will anchor forever the soul.
O the joy of that rest in the realms of the blest,
With the friends we have loved here below;
‘Tis the theme of our song as we journey along,
While His blessed salvation we know.