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This is not my place of resting,
There's a city yet to come;
Onward to it I am hastening,
On to my eternal home.
There is rest yonder, there is rest yonder,
There is rest in that happy land;
There is rest yonder, there is rest yonder,
There is rest in that happy land.
In it all is light and glory;
O'er it shines a nightless day:
Every trace of sin's sad story,
All the curse, hath passed away.
There is rest yonder, there is rest yonder,
There is rest in that happy land;
There is rest yonder, there is rest yonder,
There is rest in that happy land.
There the Lamb, our Shepherd, lead us,
By the streams of life along,�
In the freshest pasture feeds us,
Turns our sighing into song.
There is rest yonder, there is rest yonder,
There is rest in that happy land;
There is rest yonder, there is rest yonder,
There is rest in that happy land.
Soon we pass this desert dreary,
Soon we bid farewell to pain;
Never more then, sad or weary,
Never, never sin again.
There is rest yonder, there is rest yonder,
There is rest in that happy land;
There is rest yonder, there is rest yonder,
There is rest in that happy land.
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REST YONDER
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