2. An even I know, serene and blest, And oft is my spirit longing, When, weary and worn, it finds no rest While woes on the way are thronging; Oft longing to see the journey’s end, And rest in a blissful slumber. 3. A morning I know, so bright and fair, When tidings of joy shall wake us, When anthems from high shall fill the air And God to His glory take us; When Jesus shall bid us rise from sleep— How joyous that hour of awaking! 4. Oh, dear is that morning fair to me! And oft, o’er the mountains beaming, In spirit its heavenly light I see, As golden the peaks are gleaming. For joy I must sing as birds at dawn Their carols in lofty lindens. 5. The Savior then comes unto our graves; His mighty command is given. Then break from the deep the ocean waves, Each tomb and restraint is riven. All earth hears the cry, Ye dead, come forth! In glory we go to meet Him. M. B. Landstad, † 1880. 566 8s 10 l Yes, there remaineth still a rest! Arise, sad heart, that darkly pines, By heavy care and pain opprest, On whom no sun of gladness shines; Look to the Lamb! In yon bright fields Thou’lt know the joy His presence yields. Cast off thy load and thither haste; Soon shalt thou fight and bleed no more, Soon, soon thy weary course be o’er, And deep the rest thou then shalt taste. 2. The rest appointed thee of God, The rest that naught shall break or move, That ere this earth by man was trod, Was set apart for thee by Love. Our Savior gave His life to win This rest for thee; O enter in! Hear how His voice sounds far and wide, “Ye weary souls, no more delay, Loiter not faithless by the way; Here in My peace and rest abide!” 3. Ye heavy-laden, come to Him! Ye who are bent with many a load, Come from your prisons drear and dim, Toil thus not sadly on your road! Ye’ve borne the burden of the day, And hear ye not the Savior say: “I am your Refuge and your Rest”? His children ye, of heavenly birth, Howe’er may rage sin, hell, or earth, Here ye are safe, here calmly blest. 4. O what contentment fills the breast Of wanderers through the desert plains If they have found a place to rest, To quench their thirst and cure their pains! How welcome is a humble bed, Where they may rest their weary head, To persons that are sick and sore! Such hours of sweet repose soon fly. But there remains a rest on high Where we shall rest forevermore.