| Song | My Rest Is In Heaven |
| Album | The Christian Hymn Book |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
| Writer(s) | A. Campbell And Others |
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| Tags | My Rest Is In Heaven |
| Theme(s) | Aspirations |
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My Rest Is In Heaven My Home Is Not Here;
Then Why Should I Murmur When Trials Appear?
Be Hushed, My Sad Spirit, The Worst That May Come
But Shortens Thy Journey And Hastens Thee Home.
A Pilgrim And Stranger, I Seek Not My Bliss,
Nor Lay Up My Treasures In Regions Like This;
I Look For A City Which Hands Have Not Piled;
I Pant For A Country By Sin Undefiled.
Afflictions May Try Me, But Can Not Destroy;
One Vision Of Home Turns Them All Into Joy;
And The Bitterest Tear That Flows From My Eyes,
But Sweetens My Hope Of That Home In The Skies.
Though Foes And Temptations My Progress Oppose,
They Only Make Heaven More Sweet At The Close;
Come Joy Or Come Sorrow—The Worst May Befall,
One Moment In Heaven Will Make Up For All.
The Thorn And The Thistle Around Me May Grow,
I Would Not Repose Upon Roses Below;
I Ask Not My Portion, I Seek Not My Rest,
Till, Seated With Jesus, I Lean On His Breast.
A Scrip For The Way And A Staff In My Hand,
I March On In Haste Through The Enemy’s Land:
The Road May Be Rough, But It Can Not Be Long:
So I’ll Smooth It With Hope, And I’ll Cheer It With Song.
