How oft when I’m wea­ry and sor­row op­pressed,
I long for the home where no harm can mo­lest;
O may we all meet in the land of the blest,
And rest in the arms of the Sav­ior.

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Rest in the arms of my Sav­ior,
Rest in the arms of my Sav­ior;
I want to go there to those man­sions so fair,
To rest in the arms of my Sav­ior.

How sweet it will be when we meet on that strand,
And hear the glad songs of the hea­ven­ly land;
O may we be found of the pu­ri­fied band,
And rest in the arms of the Sav­ior.

Refrain

The way may be rough and the jour­ney be long,
The bat­tle be hard with temp­ta­tion and wrong;
But when we have reached Hea­ven’s glo­ri­fied throng,
We’ll rest in the arms of the Sav­ior.

Refrain

When Je­sus doth call us, the con­flict will cease.
From ev­ery bur­den we’ll find sweet re­lease;
Our souls shall re­joice in eter­ni­ty’s peace,
And rest in the arms of the Sav­ior.

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