Chorus: There is rest for the weary, There is rest for you.

In the Christian's home in glory There remains a land of rest; There my Saviour's gone before me To fulfil my soul's request. (Chorus) On the other side of Jordan, In the sweet fields of Eden, Where the tree of life is blooming, There is rest for you. He is fitting up my mansion, Which eternally shall stand, For my stay shall not be transient In that holy, happy land. (Chorus) Death itself shall then be vanquished, And its sting shall be withdrawn; Shout for gladness, O ye ransomed, Hail with joy the rising morn!