Rest of the saints in glory,
The laborer’s bright reward,
How constant sounds before me,
"For ever with the Lord."
Rest, through the toil of Jesus,
For saints there doth remain;
An endless rest and precious;
A rest from sin and pain.

My longing heart, now pillowed
On Jesus’ breast of love,
Hath oft to me foreshadowed,
That blissful rest above;
But, O my soul, remember,
None shall be weary there;
The ransomed without number
God’s blessed rest will share.

His face in radiant glory,
With rapture they will see;
His wounds will tell the story,
To swell the jubilee!
The subjects of salvation
Will praise Him ever there;
While all the new creation
God’s endless rest will share.