That Land of Rest by Mrs. Lilla D. Avery Stuttle

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Oct 25, 1877

That Land of Rest.

By Mrs. Lilla D. Avery Stuttle

There is a haven beauteous and bright, A land of rest, a fair, immortal shore, Where never come the dreary shades of night, And the inhabitant is “sick no more.”

I long for thee, O blessed land of rest! My soul is weary of the haunts of sin: I fain would hasten to that region blest, And leave behind me earth’s discordant din.

Where’er I turn, there’s naught that meets my eye Save marks of God’s displeasure, far and near, And wails of anguish, and the mourner’s sigh,— These are the sounds that fall upon the ear.

But in that land where my blest Saviour dwells Is perfect joy, and there I long to go, Where Heaven’s sweet melody forever swells, And life’s pure crystal waters ever flow.

And if this joy eternal may be mine, I’ll count but dross the joys that earth may bring; If like the sun and stars I may but shine Around the throne of my beloved King.

Mrs. Lilla D. Avery Stuttle.