Here o'er the earth as a stranger I roam

Verse 1

Here o'er the earth as a stranger I roam,
Here is no rest—is no rest;
Here as a pilgrim I wander alone,
Yet I am blest—I am blest.

For I look forward to that glorious day
When sin and sorrow shall vanish away;
My heart doth leap while I hear Jesus say,
There, there is rest—there is rest.

Verse 2

Here are afflictions and trials severe,
Here is no rest—is no rest;
Here I must part with the friends I hold dear,
Yet I am blest—I am blest.

Sweet is the promise I read in Thy Word;
Blessed are they who have died in the Lord;
They have been called to receive their reward;
There, there is rest—there is rest.

Verse 3

This world of care is a wilderness state,
Here is no rest—is no rest;
But I must bear from the world all its hate,
Yet I am blest—I am blest.

Soon shall I be from the wicked released;
Soon shall the weary for ever be blest;
Soon shall I lean upon Jesus' breast;
There, there is rest—there is rest.