The Otterbein Hymnal Part 88

Cho.--There is rest for the weary, There is rest for the weary, There is rest for the weary, There is rest for you.

On the other side of Jordan, In the sweet fields of Eden, Where the tree of life is blooming, There is rest for you.

2 He is fitting up my mansion, Which eternally shall stand.

For my stay shall not be transient, In that holy, happy land.

3 Pain and sickness ne'er shall enter, Grief nor woe my lot shall share; But, in that celestial center, I a crown of life shall wear.

4 Death itself shall then be vanquished And his sting shall be withdrawn; Shout for gladness, oh, ye ransomed Hail with joy the rising morn

5 Sing, oh! sing, ye heirs of glory Shout your triumph as you go; Zion's gate will open for you, You shall find an entrance through.

William Hunter, 1857

520 Rest for the Weary. 8s & 7s.

_Deut. 12:9._ (1149)

This is not my place of resting,-- Mine's a city yet to come; Onward to it I am hasting-- On to my eternal home.

2 In it all is light and glory; O'er it s.h.i.+nes a nightless day; Every trace of sin's sad story, All the curse hath pa.s.sed away;

3 There the Lamb, our Shepherd, leads us By the streams of life along-- On the freshest pastures feeds us, Turns our sighing into song.

4 Soon we pa.s.s this desert dreary, Soon we bid farewell to pain; Never more are sad or weary, Never, never sin again!

H. Bonar.

521 Woodland. C.M.

_Heaven's Joys._ (1121)

There is an hour of peaceful rest To mourning wand'rers giv'n; There is a joy for souls distressed, A balm for ev'ry wounded breast-- 'Tis found above--in heav'n.

2 There is a soft, a downy bed, 'Tis fair as breath of even; A couch for weary mortals spread, Where they may rest the aching head, And find repose--in heav'n.

3 There is a home for weary souls, By sin and sorrow driv'n; When tossed on life's tempestuous shoals, Where storms arise, and ocean rolls, And all is drear--but heav'n.

4 There faith lifts up her cheerful eye, To brighter prospects giv'n; And views the tempest pa.s.sing by, The evening shadows quickly fly, And all serene--in heav'n.

Wm. B. Tappan, 1829.

522 Going Home. L.M.

_Joyful Prospect._

My heavenly home is bright and fair; Nor pain nor death can enter there; Its glitt'ring towers the sun outs.h.i.+ne; That heavenly mansion shall be mine.

Cho.--I'm going home, I'm going home, I'm going home to die no more, To die no more, to die no more, I'm going home to die no more.

2 My Father's house is built on high; Far, far above the starry sky; When from this earthly prison free, That heavenly mansion mine shall be.

3 Let others seek a home below, Which flames devour, or waves o'erflow, Be mine a happier lot, to own A heavenly mansion near the throne.

4 Then fail this earth, let stars decline, And sun and moon refuse to s.h.i.+ne All nature sink and cease to be, That heavenly mansion stands for me.

Rev. William Hunter.

523 Sweet Home. 11s.

_The Eternal Home._ (1142)

'Mid scenes of confusion and creature complaints, How sweet to my soul is communion with saints; To find at the banquet of mercy there's room, And feel in the presence of Jesus at home.

Cho.--Home! home! sweet, sweet home!

Prepare me, dear Savior, for glory, my home.

2 Sweet bonds that unite all the children of peace, And thrice precious Jesus whose love cannot cease, Tho' oft from thy presence in sadness I roam, I long to behold thee in glory at home.

3 I sigh from this body of sin to be free, Which hinders my joy and communion with thee; Tho' now my temptations like billows may foam, All, all will be peace when I'm with thee at home.

4 While here in the valley of conflict I stay, Oh, give me submission and strength as my day, In all my afflictions to thee would I come, Rejoicing in hope of my glorious home.

David Denham, 1826.

524 We Shall Meet. P.M.

_The Joyful Antic.i.p.ation._

We shall meet beyond the river, By and by, by and by; And the darkness shall be over, By and by, by and by; With the toilsome journey done, And the glorious battle won, We shall s.h.i.+ne forth as the sun, By and by, by and by.

2 We shall strike the harps of glory, By and by, by and by; We shall sing redemption's story.

By and by, by and by; And the strains for evermore Shall resound in sweetness o'er Yonder everlasting sh.o.r.e, By and by, by and by.

3 We shall see and be like Jesus, By and by, by and by; Who a crown of life will give us, By and by, by and by; And the angels who fulfill All the mandates of his will Shall attend, and love us still, By and by, by and by.

4 There our tears shall all cease flowing, By and by, by and by; And with sweetest rapture knowing, By and by, by and by; All the blest ones who have gone To the land of life and song,-- We with shoutings shall rejoin, By and by, by and by.

Rev. John Atkinson.

525 Deliverance Will Come. 7s & 6s.

_The Conquering Pilgrim._