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THERE THE WEARY BE AT REST




How still and peaceful is the grave!
where, life’s vain tumults past,
Th’ appointed house, by Heaven’s decree,
receives us all at last.


The wicked there from troubling cease,
their passions rage no more;
And there the weary pilgrim rests
from all the toils he bore.


There rest the prisoners, now released
from slavery’s sad abode;
No more they hear the oppressor’s voice,
or dread the tyrant’s rod.


There servants, masters, small and great,
partake the same repose;
And there, in peace, the ashes mix
of those who once were foes.


All, levelled by the hand of Death,
lie sleeping in the tomb;
Till God in judgement calls them forth,
to meet their final doom.

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LYRICS
Meter: 8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
Writer(s):
    Trans/Adapted:
      Dates:
      Bible Refs: Job 3:17-20;
      LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
      Hymn/Song Book Year Song #
      1866# 1196
      MUSIC
      Name: EVAN
      Meter: 8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
      Writer(s):
        Dates: 1847,1850
        SCORE PREVIEW
        score
        ALTERNATIVE TUNES
        Name meter
        8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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