3 Pain and sickness ne'er shall enter, Grief nor woe my lot shall share; But, in that celestial center, I a crown of life shall wear. 4 Death itself shall then be vanquished And his sting shall be withdrawn; Shout for gladness, oh, ye ransomed Hail with joy the rising morn 5 Sing, oh! sing, ye heirs of glory Shout your triumph as you go; Zion's gate will open for you, You shall find an entrance through. William Hunter, 1857 520 Rest for the Weary. 8s & 7s. _Deut. 12:9._ (1149) This is not my place of resting,-- Mine's a city yet to come; Onward to it I am hasting-- On to my eternal home. 2 In it all is light and glory; O'er it shines a nightless day; Every trace of sin's sad story, All the curse hath passed away; 3 There the Lamb, our Shepherd, leads us By the streams of life along-- On the freshest pastures feeds us, Turns our sighing into song. 4 Soon we pass this desert dreary, Soon we bid farewell to pain; Never more are sad or weary, Never, never sin again! H. Bonar. 521 Woodland. C.M. _Heaven's Joys._ (1121) There is an hour of peaceful rest To mourning wand'rers giv'n; There is a joy for souls distressed, A balm for ev'ry wounded breast-- 'Tis found above--in heav'n. 2 There is a soft, a downy bed, 'Tis fair as breath of even; A couch for weary mortals spread, Where they may rest the aching head, And find repose--in heav'n. 3 There is a home for weary souls, By sin and sorrow driv'n; When tossed on life's tempestuous shoals, Where storms arise, and ocean rolls, And all is drear--but heav'n. 4 There faith lifts up her cheerful eye, To brighter prospects giv'n; And views the tempest passing by, The evening shadows quickly fly, And all serene--in heav'n. Wm. B. Tappan, 1829. 522 Going Home. L.M. _Joyful Prospect._ My heavenly home is bright and fair; Nor pain nor death can enter there; Its glitt'ring towers the sun outshine; That heavenly mansion shall be mine. Cho.--I'm going home, I'm going home, I'm going home to die no more, To die no more, to die no more, I'm going home to die no more. 2 My Father's house is built on high; Far, far above the starry sky; When from this earthly prison free, That heavenly mansion mine shall be. 3 Let others seek a home below, Which flames devour, or waves o'erflow, Be mine a happier lot, to own A heavenly mansion near the throne. 4 Then fail this earth, let stars decline, And sun and moon refuse to shine All nature sink and cease to be, That heavenly mansion stands for me. Rev. William Hunter. 523 Sweet Home. 11s. _The Eternal Home._ (1142) 'Mid scenes of confusion and creature complaints, How sweet to my soul is communion with saints; To find at the banquet of mercy there's room, And feel in the presence of Jesus at home. Cho.--Home! home! sweet, sweet home! Prepare me, dear Savior, for glory, my home.