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The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Jul 1, 1862

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 20, No. 5.

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OUR REST.

By Orianna Granger

O TELL me not of rest below, Where all is fading fast away; There is a rest for me, I know, Where flowers shall bloom thro' endless day, I long to go and be at rest, To dwell forever with the blest.
My rest's in heaven—Jesus is there; Before the ark he now doth stand, Pleading with God that he will spare The fallen race of sinful man. His intercession soon will cease, And he'll return, the Prince of peace.
My rest's in heaven, where all is fair, And we shall ever be secure From sin and death; for never there Can come the ills we here endure. We ne'er shall part in that blest land, For there is seen no broken band.
O tell me not of rest below; There is a happier, better clime, Where wintry blasts no more shall blow, Nor e'er will come the blight of time. In heaven, our home, we soon shall be, With God's dear people ever free. ORIANNA GRANGER.