There the weary be at rest. Job 3:17
If you know where to get a good photo of Stevenson (head & shoulders, at least 200×300 pixels),
There’s a sweet land of rest,
Where the songs of the blest
Ever float on the balmy air;
If to Jesus we yield,
And our pardon is sealed,
We shall join in that song up there.
Hallelujah! we sing to the Lord our king,
Hallelujah! the song we’ll share;
Hallelujah again, with a loud amen,
For the rest that remains up there!
In the bright land of song
Stands the pure, happy throng
Near the throne in their robes so fair;
If we follow the Lord
In the way of His Word,
We shall wear a bright robe up there.
There are crowns to be giv’n
To the ransomed in Heav’n,
Only victors the crowns may wear;
If we battle with sin,
And the victory we win,
We shall wear a bright crown up there.