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380 ~ There Is Sweet Rest

1

There is sweet rest for feet now weary, In the rugged, upward way; There is a morn when midnight dreary Shall be lost in perfect day.

2

For that blest morn our hearts are longing, When shall end earth's night of woe; When, through those pearly portals thronging, Mortal cares we'll leave below.

3

Soon to that city, bright, eternal, Weary pilgrims all shall go; Soon we shall rest in pastures vernal, Where life's waters ceaseless flow.

4

Father above, in mercy guide us To those mansions of the blest; Safe in the Rock of Ages hide us Till we gain our final rest.