O land of rest, for thee I sigh:
When will the moment come
When I shall lay my armor by,
And dwell in peace at home?
And dwell in peace at home?
When I shall lay my armor by,
And dwell in peace at home?
No tranquil joy on earth I know,
No peaceful, sheltering dome;
This world’s a wilderness of woe,
O this is not my home.
This world is not my home.
This world’s a wilderness of woe,
O this is not my home.
Our tears shall all be wiped away
When we have ceased to roam,
And we shall hear our Father say,
Come dwell with me at home,
Come dwell with me at home.
And we shall hear our Father say,
Come dwell with me at home.
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Alternate lyrics:
Jerusalem, my happy home,
when shall I come to thee?
When shall my sorrows have an end?
Thy joys when shall I see?
O happy harbor of the saints,
O sweet and pleasant soil!
In thee no sorrow may be found,
no grief, no care, no toil.
Thy saints are crowned with glory great;
they see God face to face;
they triumph still, they still rejoice;
most happy is their case.
Jerusalem, my happy home,
would God I were in thee!
Would God my woes were at an end,
thy joys that I might see!
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