Scripture Verse

A Sabbath rest remains for God’s people. Hebrews 4:9


John B. Vaughan

Words: T. D. Ard, in The Harp of Glo­ry, ed­it­ed by Will­iam T. Dale & H. A. R. Hor­ton (Nash­ville, Ten­nes­see: W. T. Dale, 1911), num­ber 98.

Music: Mo­re­lia John B. Vaugh­an, 1911 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Alternate Tunes:

  • Palestine (Funk), Har­mon­ia Sacra, 1847 (🔊 pdf nwc)

If you know Ard’s full name, or where to get a good pho­to of him (head-and-shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els), or a bet­ter one of Vaugh­an, would you ?


I am thinking today
Of my friends far away,
Some I never shall see any more;
Until death sets me free,
From this body of clay,
And my troubles and trials are o’er.


I am thinking today
Of that home far away,
And its joys how I long to behold;
There no sorrows can come
To that sweet, happy home,
And its pleasures can never be told.

Oh, how happy we’ll be
When our loved ones we see,
Who have gone on before us to Heav’n;
We shall sing of His love
In the mansions above,
Where to us a new song shall be giv’n.


There our fathers have gone
And are resting at home,
Blessèd Savior is waiting for me;
Yes, our mothers are there
In that home bright and fair,
And I hope we shall them again.


We have brothers at rest
In that home of the blest,
Where no cryings or pains ever come;
There our sisters we’ll see
And at rest ever be,
In that beautiful, sweet, happy home.