This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1880 edition. Excerpt: ...rest for the weary, There is rest for you; On the other side of Jordan, In the sweet fields of Eden, Where the tree of life is blooming, There is rest for you. 2 He is fitting up my mansion, Which eternally shall stand; For my stay shall not be transient, In that holy, happy land. 3 Pain and sickness ne'er ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1880 edition. Excerpt: ...rest for the weary, There is rest for you; On the other side of Jordan, In the sweet fields of Eden, Where the tree of life is blooming, There is rest for you. 2 He is fitting up my mansion, Which eternally shall stand; For my stay shall not be transient, In that holy, happy land. 3 Pain and sickness ne'er shall enter; Grief nor woe my lot shall share; But in that celestial centre 1 a crown of life shall wear. 4 And the grave shall then be conquered, And the sting of death be lost; And our bark, all safely anchored, Never more be tempest-tost. 1 This is not my place of resting, Mine's a city yet to come; Onward to it I am hasting, On to my eternal home. There is rest for the weary, etc 2 In it all is light and glory; O'er it shines a nightless day; Every trace of sin's sad story, All the curse, have passed away. There is rest lor the weary, etc. 8 There the Lamb, our Shepherd, leads us, By the streams of life along; On the freshest pastures feeds us; Turns our sighing into song. There is rest for the weary, etc, 4 Soon we pass this desert dreary; Soon we bid farewell to pain; Nevermore are sad and weary, Never, never, sin again. There is rest for the weary, etc. 2 What is my being but for Thee, Its sure support, its noblest end; Thine ever-smiling face to see, And serve, the cause of such a Friend 3 I would not breathe for worldly joy, Or to increase ivy worldly good; Nor future days nor powers employ To spread a sounding name abroad. 4 'Tis to my Saviour I would live, To Him who for my ransom died; Nor could the bowers of Eden give Such bliss as blossoms at His side. 5 His work my hoary age shall bless When youthful vigor is no more; And my last hour of life confess His dying love. His saving power. 1 Let me but hear my Saviour say, Strength...
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