Rest Yonder by Bonar

The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Sep 26, 1865

Rest Yonder.

By Bonar

THIS is not my place of resting, Mine's a city yet to come; Onward to it I am hasting— On to my eternal home.

In it all is light and glory, O'er it shines a nightless day; Every trace of sin's sad story, All the curse, has passed away.

There the Lamb, our Shepherd, leads us, By the streams of life along; On the freshest pastures feeds us, Turns our sighing into song.

Soon we pass this desert dreary, Soon we bid farewell to pain; Never more be sad or weary, Never, never sin again.

—Bonar.