1 There is rest for our pilgrim feet,
When the journey of life is o’er,
On the mountain of God where His people shall stand,
And all praise Him for evermore.
2 There’s a home for the pure in heart,
And its portals are bright and fair;
There are garments made white in the blood of the Lamb,
And a crown for the cross we bear.
3 We must work till the Master comes,
We must watch, for the hour draws near;
We must pray, and not faint, while rejoicing in hope
And we’ll wait till His voice we hear.
4 There is rest, and that rest is sure;
It is promised twill soon be ours;
In a beautiful land by the River of Life,
In a garden of fadeless flowers.
|First Line:||There is rest for our pilgrim feet|
|Author:||Fanny J. Crosby|