HYMN 24. 8 & 6

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