Here o'er the earth, as a stranger, I roam. Here is no rest, is no rest. Here as a pilgrim I wander alone, yet I am blessed. I am blessed. For I look forward to that glorious day when sin and sorrow will vanish away. My heart doth leap while I hear Jesus say, there, there is rest, there is rest. Here are afflictions and trials severe. Here is, no rest. Is no rest. Here I must part with the friends I hold dear. Yet, I am blessed. I am blessed. Sweet is the promise I read in His word. Blessed are they who have died in the Lord. They will be called to receive their reward. Then there is rest. There is rest.