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W. H. Ruebush

W. H. Ruebush

Alvin (Bud) Herman Manz in 2024

There's a land of sweet rest,
For the worn and opprest,
No tongue half its glory can tell;
There no shadow of gloom,
To its ransomed can come,
Where they speak ne'er a parting farewell.

O that land of pure joy,
Where no troubles annoy,
O when shall I go there to be
In that beautiful land,
On whose bright golden strand,
Ever floweth the calm crystal sea.

Many loved ones have gone,
And have joined that glad throng,
Who swell the sweet anthem of love;
And they wait for me there,
Them to meet in my prayer,
In that home, bright, eternal above.

Refrain:
O sing of the land, sweet home of the blest,
Where sin or where sorrow ne'er trouble the breast,
I long for thy glories, O land of sweet rest,
I long, oh, I long to be there.