"They May Rest From Their Labours" (Revelation 14. 13)

Rest, brother, rest!

No more by pain oppressed;

The fight is o'er, the victory won,

Through faith in God's beloved Son

Rest, brother, rest

2.

Rest, brother, rest!

No more a stormy sea,

Thy sails are furled, thy anchor's cast,

Secure thy anchorage at last,

Christ welcomes thee.

3.

Rest, brother, rest

Thy midnight watch is done,

No earth-born storm can break thy rest,

In Christ thou art secure and blest,

Till He shall come.

4.

Rest, brother, rest

No doubt can e'er arise

In mind of wife, or child, or friend,

Thy Saviour kept thee to the end:

Thine is the prize.

5.

Rest, brother, rest!

From all thy toil of love;

Thy trumpet gave a certain sound,

Proclaiming grace to all around,

From heaven above.

6.

Rest, brother, rest!

For thee we cannot mourn,

Thy labours end in large reward,

Through merit of thy Saviour God,

Where He has gone.

7.

Rest, brother, rest!

In spirit we rejoice

That thou art with the ransomed host,

With Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,

Thrice happy choice.

8.

Rest, brother, rest

With all on yonder shore

Who by His grace thou once didst lead

In pastures green on Christ to feed.

Safe evermore.

9.

Rest, brother, rest

No more to bear the cross

The scorn of those whose pride of heart

Knew nothing of the better part,

Thy gain, their loss.

10.

Rest, brother, rest No more to sorrow for

Lost souls who turn aside from grace,

To wander on in folly's race;

Thy grief is o'er.

11.

Rest, brother, rest!

On heaven's eternal shore,

Until the day of grace shall end,

And Christ in glory shall descend,

And death is o'er.

12.

Rest, brother, rest!

Until Archangel voice,

With mighty shout and trumpet call,

Raising the dead and changing all,

Shall say, Rejoice.

unknown | Oct 1952
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