There remaineth…a rest to the people of God.@Hebrews 4:9

Helen A. Manville, in Good Housekeeping magazine, Volume 5, September 17, 1887, page 234, alt.

Barbuda Ira D. Sankey, Gems of Song (New York/Chicago, Illinois: Biglow & Main, 1901), page 11 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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Ira D. Sankey (1840–1908)

Beyond the valley lying low,
Through which our feet some day shall go—
Beyond the hill’s so purple haze,
That stretches far beyond our gaze—
There is a place, so happily blest,
Which here we call The Land of Rest.

A land with hills and valleys fair,
And many of our loved are there;
So silently, and one by one
They went the lonesome journey on;
All, folded hands upon their breast,
Went out into The Land of Rest.

I long that happy bourne to see,
I long to know how it will be,
When first these eyes of mine behold
The land of which the prophets told.
Of my inheritance possessed,
When shall I reach The Land of Rest?

O blessèd land! O time so slow!
Not with reluctance I shall go,
But on my lips a happy song,
That it, the day looked for so long,
Has come to take me to that blest—
That peaceful land, The Land of Rest.