My Rest is in Heaven My rest is in Heaven, my rest is not here, Then why Should I murmur when trials are near? Be hushed my sad spirit, the worst that can come But shortens the journey and hastens me Home.
The winds of affliction around me may blow,.
It is not for me to be seeking my bliss, And building my hopes in a region like this
I look for a City which hands have not piled
I pant for a Country by sin undefiled.
My Rest is in Heaven My rest is in Heaven, my rest is not here, Then why Should I murmur when trials are near? Be hushed my sad spirit, the worst that can come But shortens the journey and hastens me Home