Sweet Rest at Home

O’er Jor­dan’s dark and stor­my riv­er

Lies Heav’n’s fair shore;

There joy shall fill the soul for­ev­er

Sorrow shall come no more.

There

streets of gold and walls of jas­per

Within the gates;

There

homes pre­pared by our dear mas­ter

Each ran­somed soul awaits.

Safe at home

at home with Je­sus

Never more to roam;

Oh

how the cares of earth grow light­er

Thinking of sweet rest at home.

Dear loved ones who have gone be­fore us

Wait for us there!

To lov­ing arms will God re­store us

And in their bliss we’ll share.

Then

full of faith

we’ll lay our sor­row

At Je­sus’ feet;

And in the bright and heav’n­ly mor­row

Loved ones—the saved ones meet.