Rest in the Arms of My Savior

How oft when I’m wea­ry and sor­row op­pressed

I long for the home where no harm can mo­lest;

O may we all meet in the land of the blest

And rest in the arms of the Sav­ior.

Rest in the arms of my Sav­ior

Rest in the arms of my Sav­ior;

I want to go there to those man­sions so fair

To rest in the arms of my Sav­ior.

How sweet it will be when we meet on that strand

And hear the glad songs of the heav­en­ly land;

O may we be found of the pu­ri­fied band

And rest in the arms of the Sav­ior.

The way may be rough and the jour­ney be long

The bat­tle be hard with temp­ta­tion and wrong;

But when we have reached Heav­en’s glo­ri­fied throng

We’ll rest in the arms of the Sav­ior.

When Je­sus doth call us

the con­flict will cease.

From ev­ery bur­den we’ll find sweet re­lease;

Our souls shall re­joice in eter­ni­ty’s peace

And rest in the arms of the Sav­ior.