1 I think of a home in the kingdom of rest,
Where the loved of the Lord will abide;
'Tis a home which the glory of God doth illume,
And nothing of ill can betide.
There sorrow and tears are forever unknown,
And joys never ending find room;
There the brow wears the impress of heavenly peace,
And the cheek immortality's bloom.
2 O kingdom of rest! would we taste of thy bliss,
And share in the promised reward,
We must carefully lift ev'ry cross that appears,
And joyfully follow our Lord.
Tho' the road lead thro' toiling and suffering here,
We must drink of the cup that is giv'n;
Through much tribulation his chosen must pass,
If they enter the kingdom of heav'n.