Longing for Rest by J. M. Aldrich

The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · May 30, 1865

Longing for Rest.

By J. M. Aldrich

TUNE—"Watchman."

Rest, sweet rest, O haste thy dawning, Toil and care, I bid you flee; Welcome to my bosom longing, Now from sin to be set free. Earth, no more my heart alluring, Fades, oh how it fades away. Joys of Heaven, far more enduring, Brighter shine upon my way.

Here I roam a homeless stranger, Oft with gloom and doubt distressed; Here, 'mid scenes of strife and danger, Oft I faint, yet find no rest. Onward to the golden city Then, I haste with eager pace, Heeding not the world's cold pity— Yonder is my resting place.

There, by life's exhaustless fountain, How I long to plant my feet; There, on yonder shining mountain, Saints redeemed, I long to greet. Haste, ye wheels, keep onward rolling, Quickly bring the day I prize; Faith e'en now my thoughts controlling, Swings the gate of Paradise. J. M. ALDRICH. Somerset, N. Y.