Scripture Verse

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


Fanny Crosby (1820–1915)

Words: Fan­ny Cros­by, in The Sil­ver Spray, by W. How­ard Doane (Cin­cin­na­ti, Ohio: John Church, 1868), num­ber 24.

Music: J. Horn (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know Horn’s full name, or where to get a good pic­ture of him (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),


Whate’er my af­flict­ions or tri­als may be,
I want to live faith­ful, my Sav­ior, to Thee,
To walk as a Chris­tian, my tem­per sub­dued,
And feel, through Thy mer­cy, in spirit re­newed.


Home, home, home, sweet, sweet home,
I know there is rest with Thy peo­ple at home,
I know there is rest with Thy peo­ple at home.

Though dark is my path in this val­ley of sin,
O give me the light of Thy com­fort within,
To shield me from dan­ger wher­ev­er I roam,
And guide me at last to Thy peo­ple at home.


I want to be hum­ble, re­signed to Thy will,
In sun­shine or tem­pest to fol­low Thee still,
Yet, lured by the tempt­er, how oft­en I roam,
Forgetful, alas! of my God and my home.


No par­ent so ten­der, so friend is so dear,
No voice like my Sav­ior’s can ban­ish my fear;
By faith in Thy pro­mise to Thee I will come,
O, give me a place with Thy peo­ple at home.


When shall I rise from this de­sert of gloom,
Beyond the deep sha­dows that dark­en the tomb,
In Ed­en, dear Ed­en, trans­port­ed to roam,
And sing hal­le­lu­jahs with an­gels at home?