There is rest for the wea­ry;
How cheer­ing the thought
To those who thro’ seed­time
And har­vest have wrought!
When our work is all done,
And our strug­gle is o’er,
There’s a home in the skies,
Where we’ll wea­ry no more.
Weary no more, wea­ry no more;
In that home in the skies,
We shall wea­ry no more.

There is rest from temp­ta­tion;
How bless­èd to know
That tho’, while we tra­vel
This de­sert below,
Sore ha­rassed and pur­sued,
All around and be­fore,
In that home in the skies,
We’ll be tempt­ed no more.
Tempted no more, tempt­ed no more,
In that home in the skies
We’ll be tempt­ed no more.

There is rest from our sor­rows,
Our tri­als all past;
Our crowns at the feet of
The Sav­ior we’ll cast;
Of the sheep­fold He says
That He is the Door;
If we en­ter by Him
We shall sor­row no more.
Sorrow no more, sor­row no more,
If we en­ter by Him
We shall sor­row no more.

What tho’ dan­gers af­fright us,
And trou­bles as­sail?
The Lord is our re­fuge,
And He will not fail;
If His grace now we seek,
And His fa­vor im­plore,
In that home in the skies
We shall wea­ry no more.
Weary no more, wea­ry no more,
In that home in the skies
We shall wea­ry no more.