Scripture Verse

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


Fanny Crosby (1820–1915)

Words: Fan­ny Cros­by, in Win­nowed Songs for Sun­day Schools, ed­it­ed by Ira San­key (New York: Big­low & Main, 1890), num­ber 46. Some hym­nals give the au­thor as W. Ro­bert Lind­say, one of Fan­ny’s pseu­do­nyms.

Music: Ira D. San­key (🔊 pdf nwc).

Ira D. Sankey (1840–1908)


There is a pa­ra­dise of rest
On yon­der tran­quil shore,
Beyond the sha­dow and the gloom of night,
Where toil and tears are o’er.


Meet me there, oh, meet me there,
At the dawn­ing of that morn­ing bright and fair;
Meet me there, oh, meet me there,
In the land be­yond the ri­ver meet me there.

There is a ci­ty crowned with light,
Its joy no tongue can tell;
For they who en­ter shall be­hold the King,
And in His pre­sence dwell.


There is a crown laid up on high
That Christ the Lord will give
To those who pa­tient­ly His com­ing wait,
And for His glo­ry live.


Oh, then be faith­ful unto death,
Press on the heav’n­ly way,
That we may en­ter through the gates of life
To realms of end­less day.