520 | Rest for the Weary. 8s & 7s
(1149) Deut. 12:9.
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.
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 hath passed away;
3 There the Lamb, our Shepherd, leads us
By the streams of life along—
On the freshest pastures feeds us,
Turns our sighing into song.
4 Soon we pass this desert dreary,
Soon we bid farewell to pain;
Never more are sad or weary,
Never, never sin again!
H. Bonar.