er there;
Over there, over there, over there,
I'll soon be at home over there.

Rev. D.W.C. Huntington.

518 Sweet By and By. P.M.

_The Other Side._ (1150)

There's a land that is fairer than day
And by faith we can see it afar;
For the Father waits over the way,
To prepare us a dwelling-place there.

Cho.--In the sweet by and by,
We shall meet on that beautiful shore;
In the sweet by and by,
We shall meet on that beautiful shore.

2 We shall sing on that beautiful shore
The melodious songs of the blest,
And our spirits shall sorrow no more,
Not a sigh for the blessing of rest.

3 To our bountiful Father above
We will offer the tribute of praise,
For the glorious gift of his love.
And the blessings that hallow our days.

4 We shall rest on that beautiful shore,
In the joys of the saved we shall share;
All our pilgrimage toil will be o'er,
And the conqueror's crown we shall wear.

5 We shall meet, we shall sing, we shall reign,
In the land where the saved never die;
We shall rest, free from sorrow and pain,
Safe at home in the sweet by and by.

S.F. Bennett.

519 Rest for the Weary. 8s & 7s.

_Sweet Fields of Eden._ (1148)

In the Christian's home in glory,
There remains a land of rest;
There my Savior's gone before me
To fulfill my soul's request.

Cho.--There is rest for the weary,
There is rest for the weary,
There is rest for the weary,
There is rest for you.
On the other side of Jordan,
In the sweet fields of Eden,
Where the tree of life is blooming,
There is rest for you.

2 He is fitting up my mansion,
Which eternally shall stand.
For my stay shall not be transient,
In that holy, happy land.

3 Pain and sickness ne'er shall enter,
Grief nor woe my lot shall share;
But, in that celestial center,
I a crown of life shall wear.

4 Death itself shall then be vanquished
And his sting shall be withdrawn;
Shout for gladness, oh, ye ransomed
Hail with joy the rising morn

5 Sing, oh! sing, ye heirs of glory
Shout your triumph as you go;
Zion's gate will open for you,
You shall find an entrance through.

William Hunter, 1857

520 Rest for the Weary. 8s & 7s.

_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 ligh