Here Is No Rest

Here o’er the earth as a strang­er I roam

Here is no rest

here is no rest;

Here as a pil­grim I wan­der alone

Yet I am blest—yet I am blest.

For I look for­ward to that glo­ri­ous day

When sin and sor­row will van­ish away;

My heart doth leap while I hear Je­sus say

There

there is rest—there

there is rest.

Here fierce temp­ta­tions be­set me around!

Here is no rest

here is no rest;

Here I am grieved while my foes me sur­round;

Yet I am blest—yet I am blest.

Let them re­vile me and scoff at my name

Laugh at my weep­ing

en­dea­vor to shame;

I will go for­ward

for this is my theme

There

there is rest—there

there is rest.

Here are af­flict­ions and tri­als sev­ere;

Here is no rest

here is no rest;

Here I must part with the friends I hold dear;

Yet I am blest—yet I am blest.

Sweet is the pro­mise I read in His word

Blessèd are they who have died in the Lord;

They will be called to re­ceive their re­ward;

Then we shall rest—then we shall rest.

This world of care is a wil­der­ness state

Here is no rest

here is no rest;

Here I must bear with the world and its hate

Yet I am blest—yet I am blest.

Soon shall I be from the wick­ed re­leased

There shall my joy with the Lord be in­creased

Soon shall the wea­ry for­ev­er be blest

There

there is rest—there

there is rest.