Joyful Sound ‎#203

203. Sweet Land of Rest

1 Sweet land of rest, for thee I sigh!
When will the moment come,
When I shall lay my armor by,
And dwell with Christ at home,
And dwell with Christ at home
And dwell with Christ at home;
When I shall lay my armor by,
And dwell with Christ at home.

2 No tranquil joys on earth I know,
No peaceful sheltering dome;
This world's a wilderness of woe,
This world is not my home,
This world is not my home;
This world is not my home
This world's a wilderness of woe,
This world is not my home.

3 To Jesus Christ I fled for rest,
He bade me cease to roam;
But fly for succor to his breast
And he’d conduct me home,
And he'd conduct me home;
And he'd conduct me home,
But fly for succor to his breast
And he'd conduct me home.

4 Weary of wand’ring round and round
This vale of sin and gloom,
I long to leave th’unhallowed ground,
And dwell with Christ at home,
And dwell with Christ at home;
And dwell with Christ at home,
I long to leave th'unhallowed ground,
And dwell with Christ at home.

Text Information

• First Line: Sweet land of rest, for thee I sigh
• Title: Sweet Land of Rest
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1889

Tune Information

• Name: [Sweet land of rest, for thee I sigh]