Already has prepared for me
A mansion in the skies.
4 I feel this mud-wall cottage shake,
And long to see it fall,
That I my willing flight may take
To Him who is my all.
5 Burden d and groaning then no more,
My rescued soul shall sing,
As up the shining path I soar,
" Death, thou hast lost thy sting!"
6 Dear Saviour, help us now to seek,
And know thy grace s power,
That we may all this language speak
Before the dying hour.
76.
There the Weary are at Rest.
1 COURAGE, my soul! behold the prize
The Saviour s love provides
Eternal life beyond the skies
For all whom here he guides.
2 The wicked cease from troubling there,
The weary are at rest ;
Sorrow and sin and pain and care
No more approach the blest.
3 A wicked world and wicked heart
With Satan now are join d;
Each acts a too successful part
In harassing my mind.
4 In conflict with this threefold troop,
How weary, Lord, am I !
Did not thy promise bear me up
My soul must faint and die :
5 But fighting in my Saviour s strength,
Though mighty are my foes,
I shall a conq ror be at length
O er all that can oppose.
