Here's My Rest:
My rest is in heaven,
my rest is not here,
Then why should I murmur
when trials are near?
Be hushed, my sad spirit;
the worst that can come
But shortens the journey
and hastens me home.
to be seeking my bliss,
And building my hopes
in a region like this;
I look for a city
which hands have not piled,
I pant for a country
by sin undefiled.The winds of affliction
around me may blow,
And dash my lone barque
as I’m sailing below;
I smile at the storm
as I lean on His breast,
And soon I shall land
in the haven of rest.The thorn and the thistle
around us may grow—
We would not lie down,
e'en on roses below:
We ask not our portion,
we seek not a rest,
Till in glory for ever
with Christ we are blest.Let trial and danger
my progress oppose,
They only make heaven
more sweet at the close;
Come joy or come sorrow,
Whate’er may befall,
A home with my God
will make up for it all.With Christ in my heart,
and His Word in my hand,
I travel in haste
through an enemy’s land;
The road may be rough,
but it cannot be long,
So I journey on singing
the conqueror’s song.