Weary No More

There is rest for the wea­ry;

How cheer­ing the thought

To those who thro’ seed­time

And har­vest have wrought!

When our work is all done

And our strug­gle is o’er

There’s a home in the skies

Where we’ll wea­ry no more.

Weary no more

wea­ry no more;

In that home in the skies

We shall wea­ry no more.

There is rest from temp­ta­tion;

How bless­èd to know

That tho’

while we tra­vel

This de­sert be­low

Sore ha­rassed and pur­sued

All around and be­fore

In that home in the skies

We’ll be tempt­ed no more.

Tempted no more

tempt­ed no more

In that home in the skies

We’ll be tempt­ed no more.

There is rest from our sor­rows

Our tri­als all past;

Our crowns at the feet of

The Sav­ior we’ll cast;

Of the sheep­fold He says

That He is the Door;

If we en­ter by Him

We shall sor­row no more.

Sorrow no more

sor­row no more

If we en­ter by Him

We shall sor­row no more.

What tho’ dan­gers af­fright us

And trou­bles as­sail?

The Lord is our re­fuge

And He will not fail;

If His grace now we seek

And His fa­vor im­plore

In that home in the skies

We shall wea­ry no more.

Weary no more

wea­ry no more

In that home in the skies

We shall wea­ry no more.