I know there’s a rest that re­main­eth for me,
A rest when my jour­ney is o’er;
I know that the ran­somed in bliss I shall see,
And la­bor and sor­row no more.

Refrain

Then on­ward I’ll go, and with cour­age I’ll tread
The path my Re­deem­er has trod,
Since He hath de­clared there re­main­eth a rest,
A rest for the peo­ple of God.

I know there’s a rest that re­main­eth for me,
A rest with my Sav­ior above,
Where, clothed in His im­age, His face I shall see,
And feast on the smile of His love.

Refrain

I know there’s a rest that re­main­eth for me;
I’ll pa­tient­ly wait till it come—
Till an­gels shall bear me away on their wings,
And Je­sus shall wel­come me home.

Refrain