Translated Hymn by Volbrecht Nagel (#301)

July 22, 2010 at 6:40 pm (Nagel Roots) ()

Verse 1

Our rest is in heaven, our rest is not here;
Then why should we tremble when trials are near?
Be hushed our sad spirits, the worsy that can come
But shortens the journey, and hastens us home.

Verse 2

It is not for us to be seeking our bliss,
And building our hopes in a region like this:
We look for a city which hands have not piled–
We pant for a country by sin undefiled.

Verse 3

The thorn and the thistle around us may grow–
We would not lie down, e’en on roses, below:
We ask not our portion, we seek not a rest,
Till we find them forever where Jesus is blest.

Verse 4

Let trial and danger our progress oppose,
They’ll only make heaven more sweet at the close;
Come joy or come sorrow, whate’er may befall,
A home with our God will make up for it all.

Verse 5

With a scrip on the back, and a staff in the hand,
We march on in haste through an enemy’s land;
The road may be rough, but it cannot be long,
And we’ll smooth it with hope, and we’ll cheer it with song.

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