REST YONDER.
Reading edition
This is not my place of resting Mine's a city yet to come; Onwards to it I am hasting— On to my eternal home. In it all is light and glory, O'er it shines a nightless day; Every trace of sin's sad story, All the curse, has passed away. There the Lamb, our Shepherd, leads us, By the streams of life along; On the freshest pastures feeds us, Turns our sighing into song. Soon we pass this desert dreary, Soon we bid farewell to pain; Never more be sad or weary, Never, never sin again. —Horatius Bonar.