Rest, weary pilgrim, thy journey is o'er,
Rest, sweetly rest, on the beautiful shore;
Safely at last thou hast reached the bright goal,
Fatherland, home of the soul.

2 Never again shall thy storm-beaten breast
Sigh, deeply sigh, for the sweet "land of rest;"
Gone to the Savior's bright mansion above,
Rest in the light of his love.

3 Rest, weary pilgrim, thy journey is o'er,
Rest, sweetly rest, on the beautiful shore;
Dangers and troubles shall harm thee no more,
Rest on the beautiful shore.

Maria Straub.