[Music]
O land of rest, for thee I sigh,
When will the moment come
When I shall lay my armor by
And dwell in peace at home,
And dwell in peace at home;
When shall I lay my armor by
And dwell in peace at home.
No tranquil joy on earth I know,
No peaceful, sheltering dome;
This world's a wilderness of woe,
This world is not my home.
Our tears shall all be wiped away
When we have ceased to roam,
And we shall hear our Father say,
"Come, dwell with me at home."
J. S. James, editor of the 1911 _Original Sacred Harp_, attributes
tune and words to W. S. Turner of Georgia. It is found also, GOS 390.
Close relatives of this tune are 'Deep Spring' in this collection,
'Lord Thomas and Fair Eleanor', Sharp, i., 118; and 'Little Musgrave
and Lady Barnard', Sharp, i., 166.
No. 134
I LOVE THEE, OL 318