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Hymn
The Rest of the Righteous
Sweet is the rest the righteous gain!
They to a higher life
Have come, through weariness and pain,
Through earthly toil and strife.
They to a higher life
Have come, through weariness and pain,
Through earthly toil and strife.
They rest in peace! no foes can harm,
Nor persecution kill;
No terrors strike them with alarm;
No power can work them ill.
Nor persecution kill;
No terrors strike them with alarm;
No power can work them ill.
No inward conflicts now they wage,
Their strife with self is o'er;
No doubts disturb, and passion's rage
Shall shake their souls no more.
Their strife with self is o'er;
No doubts disturb, and passion's rage
Shall shake their souls no more.
They gaze, as from some hill serene,
Upon the world below;
Calmly they view the troubled scene,
And all its trials know.
Upon the world below;
Calmly they view the troubled scene,
And all its trials know.
Another, higher life is theirs;
Thus from their toils they rest;
For each the heavenly life now shares,
And in its work is blest.
Thus from their toils they rest;
For each the heavenly life now shares,
And in its work is blest.
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Their works bear witness to their faith,
And have a sure reward;
They follow them, the Spirit saith,
Their Judge, the risen Lord.
And have a sure reward;
They follow them, the Spirit saith,
Their Judge, the risen Lord.
Poem No. 450; c. 4 March 1876
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