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Here o’er the earth
as a stranger I roam,
Here is no rest—is no rest;
Here as a pilgrim I wander alone,
Yet I am blest—I am blest.
For I look forward
to that glorious day
When sin and sorrow
shall vanish away;
My heart doth leap
while I hear Jesus say,
“There, there is rest—there is rest.”
Here are afflictions and trials severe,
Here is no rest—is no rest;
Here I must part
with the friends I hold dear,
Yet I am blest—I am blest.
Sweet is the promise
I read in Thy Word:
Blessed are they
who have died in the Lord;
They have been called
to receive their reward;
“There, there is rest—there is rest.”
This world of care is
a wilderness state,
Here is no rest—is no rest;
But I must bear from
the world all its hate,
Yet I am blest—I am blest.
Soon shall I be
from the wicked released;
Soon shall the weary for ever be blest;
Soon shall I lean upon Jesus’ breast;
“There, there is rest—there is rest.”
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LONG LONG AGO
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