[Music]
There is a land of pure delight
Where saints immortal reign,
Infinite day excludes the night
And pleasures banish pain.
O the land of rest, O the land of rest,
Where Christ and His people meet;
The land of the blest, all in beauty drest,
Where the saints all their lov'd ones greet.
"Inspiration of this tune," says the compiler of the _Olive Leaf_,
"caught from a female voice at a distance, at Barbee Hotel, High
Point, N. C., June 9th, 1868." The mountain woman must have been
singing 'Lord Lovel'; for the tunes of that ballad, as found for
example in Davis, p. 574, O; and Sharp, i., 148, are practically the
same as 'Land of Rest'. See Introduction, page 14.
No. 82
FLORENCE, OSH 121