| Song | Sweet Land Of Rest |
| Album | The Christian Hymn Book |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
| Writer(s) | A. Campbell And Others |
| Publisher / Copyrights | |
| Key | |
| Tags | Sweet Land Of Rest |
| Theme(s) | Aspirations |
| Scripture Reference(s) | |
| CCLI Song No |
Sweet Land Of Rest, For Thee I Sigh,
When Will The Moment Come,
When I Shall Lay My Armor By,
And Dwell In Peace At Home?
O, This Is Not My Home,
O, This Is Not My Home:
This World’s A Wilderness Of Woe,
This World Is Not My Home.
No Tranquil Joy On Earth I Know,
No Peaceful, Sheltering Dome;
This World’s A Wilderness Of Woe,
This World Is Not My Home.
When By Affliction Sharply Tried,
I View The Gaping Tomb,
Although I Dread Death’s Chilling Tide,
Yet Still I Sigh For Home.
Weary Of Wandering Round And Round
This Vale Of Sin And Gloom,
I Long To Quit The Unhallowed Ground,
And Dwell With Christ At Home.
