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This is not my place of resting,
There's a city yet to come;
Onward to it I am hastening,
On to my eternal home.
There is rest yonder, there is rest yonder,
There is rest in that happy land;
There is rest yonder, there is rest yonder,
There is rest in that happy land.
In it all is light and glory;
O'er it shines a nightless day:
Every trace of sin's sad story,
All the curse, hath passed away.
There is rest yonder, there is rest yonder,
There is rest in that happy land;
There is rest yonder, there is rest yonder,
There is rest in that happy land.
There the Lamb, our Shepherd, lead us,
By the streams of life along,—
In the freshest pasture feeds us,
Turns our sighing into song.
There is rest yonder, there is rest yonder,
There is rest in that happy land;
There is rest yonder, there is rest yonder,
There is rest in that happy land.
Soon we pass this desert dreary,
Soon we bid farewell to pain;
Never more then, sad or weary,
Never, never sin again.
There is rest yonder, there is rest yonder,
There is rest in that happy land;
There is rest yonder, there is rest yonder,
There is rest in that happy land.
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REST YONDER
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