Hymnal: The Christian Psalmist
Compiler: Silas W Leonard and A D Fillmore
Publisher/Printer: S W Leonard
First Line: My rest is in heaven my home is not here
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Meter: 11s and 12s
Hymn Number: <no hymn number given>
Page Number: 359, click to see hymnal pages
MY rest is in heaven-my home is not here,
Then why should I mourn when trials appear?
Be hushed, my sad spirit-the worst that can come
But shortens thy journey and hastens thee home.
A pilgrim and stranger, I seek not my bliss,
Nor lay up my treasures in regions like this;
I look for a mansion which hands have not piled,-
I long for a city by sin undefiled.
Though foes and afflictions my progress oppose,
They only make heaven more sweet at the close;
Come joy or come sorrow-the worst may befall
One moment in glory makes up for them all.
The thorn and the thistle, around me may grow,
I would not repose me on roses below;
I ask not my portion-I see not my rest,
Till seated with Jesus, I lean on his breast.
No scrip for my journey-no staff in my hand,
A pilgrim impatient I press to that land;
The path may be rugged, it cannot be long-
With hope I'll beguile it, and cheer it with song.