1 When the cares of life are pressing,
With a weight we scarce can bear,
What a stream of endless blessing,
Flows to use from over there.
Let our thoughts be thither turning,
To the mansion of the blest,
Where the wicked cease from troubling,
And the weary are at rest!

Chorus:
We shall rest, by and by,
In the mansions of the blest,
Where the wicked cease from troubling,
And the weary are at rest!

2 O, the peace we find in Jesus,
When we turn to him in pray'r;
For we know he ever sees us,
From his home just over there.
Let not, then, our hearts be fearful,
There are mansions for the blest,
Where the wicked cease from troubling,
And the weary are at rest! [Chorus]