Vol 02 - At Rest

At Rest I soon shall be at home- Forever there at rest,- No sorrow and no sadness Shall e’er my heart oppress. My weary head shall lie Upon my Savior’s breast- Whilst His loved words supply Sweet and unfailing rest. To know Him-as known there!

All fear forever gone- Gazing upon the face so fair Of Him I lean upon. No curse-no trace of sin- His blood from all hath cleared- And now I’m safe within The home by love prepared.

Then through eternal years My joy shall ceaseless flow, As I am learning of the love I now so feebly know. But Jesus is its spring- God’s Christ my boundless joy; Of Him I’ll ever sing, And naught my rest alloy.

-H. W. T.