1 Rest of the saints in glory,
The laborer's bright reward,
How constant sounds before me
"Forever 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.

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

3 His face in radiant glory
With rapture they will see;
His wounds will tell a 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.