Rest Over There

O Christ­ian

toil on

work

work while ’tis day

And soon a bright crown you will gain.

In the land of the blest the wea­ry shall rest

From la­bor

temp­ta­tion

and pain.

There is rest over there

bless­èd rest ov­er there

Sweet rest on that heav­en­ly shore;

Yes

there’s rest ov­er there

sweet rest ov­er there

Where sor­row will come nev­er­more.

Though oft­en your heart is sad and op­pressed

And wea­ry of toil you may be;

O

then think of that home where grief is un­known

That Je­sus has pro­mised to thee.

Yes

think of that home

of that hap­py home

Its glo­ries have nev­er been told;

O

your rest will be sweet

your joy be com­plete

In yon­der bright ci­ty of gold.