Christian Worship Heavenly Rest.
And is there, Lord, a rest,
For weary souls designed,
Where not a care shall stir the breast,
Or sorrow entrance find?
Is there a blissful home,
Where kindred minds shall meet,
And live and love, nor ever roam
From that serene retreat?
Forever blesséd they,
Whose joyful feet shall stand,
While endless ages waste away,
Amid that glorious land.
My soul would thither tend,
While toilsome years are given;
Then let me, gracious God, ascend
To sweet repose in heaven.