1 O land of rest, for thee I sigh!
When will the moment come When I shall lay my armor by,
And dwell with Christ at home? MIM 34.6
2 No tranquil joys on earth I know,
No peaceful, sheltering dome;
This world’s a wilderness of wo,
This world is not my home. MIM 35.1
3 To Jesus Christ I sought for rest;
He bade me cease to roam,
And fly for succor to his breast.
And he’d conduct me home. MIM 35.2
4 I would at once have quit this place,
Where foes in fury roam,
But, ah! my passport was not sealed,
I could not yet go home. MIM 35.3
5 When, by afflictions sharply tried,
I view the gaping tomb,
Although I dread death’s chilling flood,
Yet still I sigh for home. MIM 35.4
6 Weary of wandering round and round
This vale of sin and gloom,
I long to leave the unhallowed ground,
And dwell with Christ at home. MIM 35.5