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The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · December 17, 1867

FromReview and Herald, Vol. XXXI, No. 1

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THE REST THAT REMAINETH.

By Emma H. Woolsey

The path of the Christian Is one fraught with danger, Many sorrows are given The pilgrim and stranger. But the joy in the heart Every murmur restraineth, We know, if but faithful, A rest there remaineth.
We are to be tried, In these hours of probation, We enter the kingdom “Through much tribulation,” Though chastening may come, To our good it pertaineth; ’Twill be needed no more In the rest that remaineth.
We are tired of treading Earth’s pathway so dreary, Our feet pressing onward, With toiling are weary, Yes, weary of toiling Where sin and death reigneth, And oh! how we long For the rest that remaineth.
But the hour draweth near That will end all our sadness, And fill waiting hearts With unspeakable gladness. Naught shall the redeemed From the love of God sever, Nor mar the sweet rest That remaineth forever.
EMMA H. WOOLSEY. Battle Creek, Mich.