Johann S. Kunth, 1730; German text
A rest remaineth for the weary;|
Arise, sad heart, and grieve no more;
Tho' long the way and dark and dreary,
It endeth on the golden shore.
Before His throne the Lamb will lead thee,
On heav'nly pastures He will feed thee.
Cast off thy burden, come with haste;
Soon will the toil and strife be ended,
The weary way which thou hast wended.
Sweet is the rest which thou shalt taste.
2. The Father's house has many a dwelling,
3. O come, come all, ye weak and weary,|
Ye souls bowed down with many a care;
Arise and leave your dungeons dreary
And listen to His promise fair:
"Ye bore your burdens meek and lowly,
I will fulfil My pledge most holy,
I'll be your Solace and your Rest.
Ye are Mine own, I will requite you;
Tho' sin and Satan seek to smite you,
Rejoice! Your home is with the blest."
7. There rest and peace in endless measure
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