In the Christian's home in glory
There remains a land of rest
There my Savior's gone before me
To fulfill my soul's request
There is rest for the weary
There is rest for the weary
There is 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
He is fitting up my mansion
Which eternally shall stand
For my stay shall not be transient
In that holy, happy land
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Pain and sickness ne'er shall enter
Grief nor woe my lot shall share
But, in that celestial center
I a crown of life shall wear
Death itself shall then be vanquished
And his sting shall be withdrawn
Shout for gladness, O ye ransomed!
Hail with joy the rising morn
Sing, O sing, ye heirs of glory!
Shout your triumph as you go
Zion's gate will open for you
You shall find an entrance through
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