_Deut. 12:9._ (1149)
This is not my place of resting,--
Mine's a city yet to come;
Onward to it I am hasting--
On to my eternal home.
2 In it all is light and glory;
O'er it shines a nightless day;
Every trace of sin's sad story,
All the curse hath passed away;
3 There the Lamb, our Shepherd, leads us
By the streams of life along--
On the freshest pastures feeds us,
Turns our sighing into song.
4 Soon we pass this desert dreary,
Soon we bid farewell to pain;
Never more are sad or weary,
Never, never sin again!
H. Bonar.