Scripture Verse

A Sabbath rest remains for God’s people. Hebrews 4:9


John B. Vaughan (1862–1918)

Words: T. D. Ard, in The Harp of Glo­ry, ed­it­ed by Will­iam T. Dale & H. A. R. Hor­ton (Nash­ville, Ten­nes­see: W. T. Dale, 1911), num­ber 98.

Music: Mo­re­lia John B. Vaugh­an, 1911 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Alternate Tune:

  • Palestine (Funk) Har­mon­ia Sac­ra, 1847 (🔊 pdf nwc)

If you know Ard’s full name, or where to get a good pho­to of him (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els), or a bet­ter one of Vaugh­an,


I am think­ing to­day
Of my friends far away,
Some I ne­ver shall see any more;
Until death sets me free,
From this bo­dy of clay,
And my trou­bles and tri­als are o’er.


I am think­ing to­day
Of that home far away,
And its joys how I long to be­hold;
There no sor­rows can come
To that sweet, hap­py home,
And its plea­sures can ne­ver be told.

Oh, how hap­py we’ll be
When our loved ones we see,
Who have gone on be­fore us to Heav’n;
We shall sing of His love
In the man­sions above,
Where to us a new song shall be giv’n.


There our fa­thers have gone
And are rest­ing at home,
Blessèd Sav­ior is wait­ing for me;
Yes, our mo­thers are there
In that home bright and fair,
And I hope we shall them again.


We have bro­thers at rest
In that home of the blest,
Where no cry­ings or pains ever come;
There our sis­ters we’ll see
And at rest ev­er be,
In that beau­ti­ful, sweet, hap­py home.