I Know There’s a Rest

I know there’s a rest that re­main­eth for me

A rest when my jour­ney is o’er;

I know that the ran­somed in bliss I shall see

And la­bor and sor­row no more.

Then on­ward I’ll go

and with cour­age I’ll tread

The path my Re­deem­er has trod

Since He hath de­clared there re­main­eth a rest

A rest for the peo­ple of God.

I know there’s a rest that re­main­eth for me

A rest with my Sav­ior ab­ove

Where

clothed in His im­age

His face I shall see

And feast on the smile of His love.

I know there’s a rest that re­main­eth for me;

I’ll pa­tient­ly wait till it come—

Till an­gels shall bear me away on their wings

And Je­sus shall wel­come me home.