My rest is in heaven my rest is not here
then why should I murmer at trials severe
Be tranquil my spirit the worst that can come
But shortens My Journey and hastens me home.

It is not for me to be seeking my bliss
And staying my hopes in a region like this
I look for a sitty not builded with hands
And its glorious temple eternaly standes.

Afflictions may try me they can not distroy
One vision of home turnes them all in to joy
And the bitterest teers that falls from my eyes
But sweetens my hope of my home in the skies.

Let troubles and dangers my progress oppose
They can only make heaven more brighter at the close
Come joy or come sorrow what er may be fall
One moment in glory will make up for all.

A scrip on my back and a staff in my hand
I march on in haste through an enemies land
The road may be rough but it can not be long
And ill smooth it with hope and cheer it with song.