There the weary be at rest.@Job 3:17
Robert Lowry

Will­iam Ste­ven­son, in Bright­est and Best, ed­it­ed by Ro­bert Low­ry & W. How­ard Doane (New York & Chi­ca­go, Il­li­nois: Big­low & Main, 1875), num­ber 26.

Ro­bert Low­ry (🔊 pdf nwc).

There’s a sweet land of rest,
Where the songs of the blest
Ever float on the balmy air;
If to Jesus we yield,
And our pardon is sealed,
We shall join in that song up there.


Hallelujah! we sing to the Lord our king,
Hallelujah! the song we’ll share;
Hallelujah again, with a loud amen,
For the rest that remains up there!

In the bright land of song
Stands the pure, happy throng
Near the throne in their robes so fair;
If we follow the Lord
In the way of His Word,
We shall wear a bright robe up there.


There are crowns to be giv’n
To the ransomed in Heav’n,
Only victors the crowns may wear;
If we battle with sin,
And the victory we win,
We shall wear a bright crown up there.