1. A rest remaineth for the weary;
   Arise, sad heart, and grieve no more;
   Though long the way and dark and dreary,
   It endeth on the golden shore.
   Before His throne the Lamb will lead thee,
   On heav’nly pastures He will feed thee.
   Cast off thy burden, come with haste;
   Soon will the toil and strife be ended,
   The weary way which thou hast wended.
   Sweet is the rest which thou shalt taste.

2. The Father’s house has many a dwelling,
   And there will be a place for thee.
   With perfect love His heart is welling
   Who loved thee from eternity.
   His precious blood the Lamb hath given
   That thou might’st share the joys of heaven,
   And now He calleth far and near:
   “Ye weary souls, cease your repining,
   Come while for you My light is shining;
   Come, sweetest rest awaits you here!”

3. O come, come all, ye weak and weary,
   Ye souls bowed down with many a care;
   Arise and leave your dungeons dreary
   And listen to His promise fair:
   “Ye bore your burdens meek and lowly,
   I will fulfill My pledge most holy,
   I’ll be your Solace and your Rest.
   Ye are Mine own, I will requite you;
   Though sin and Satan seek to smite you,
   Rejoice! Your home is with the blest.”

4. O what contentment fills the bosom
   Of wand’rers through the desert plains
   If they have found a place to rest them,
   To quench their thirst and cure their pains!
   Beneath a tree the weary stranger
   May rest awhile, secure from danger,
   With thankful heart, though sick and sore;
   But brief the solace both are sharing;
   In heav’n is peace beyond comparing
   Where one may rest forevermore.

5. There joyous sheaves shall we be bringing,
   Whose seed was sown on earth in tears;
   Throughout our Father’s house is ringing
   The song too sweet for mortal ears.
   Sorrow and sighing all are banished,
   And pain and death are fled and vanished;
   There with the Lamb of God we dwell,
   He leads us to the crystal river,
   He wipes away all tears forever;
   What there is ours no tongue can tell.

6. Hunger and thirst no more shall strike us,
   Times of refreshment now are come,
   Nor cold nor scorching heat shall smite us,
   Safe sheltered in our Savior’s home.
   The Lamb dwells with His flock forever,
   Of ev’ry good the bounteous Giver,
   Who crowns with honor, joy, and peace.
   Dry bones with vigor are ascending,
   To the Great Sabbath, never ending,
   Wherein all toil and labor cease.

7. There rest and peace in endless measure
   Shall be ours through eternity;
   No grief, no care, shall mar our pleasure,
   And untold bliss our lot shall be.
   Oh, had we wings to hasten yonder—
   No more o’er earthly ills to ponder—
   To join the glad, triumphant band!
   Make haste, my soul, forget all sadness;
   For peace awaits thee, joy and gladness—
   The perfect rest is nigh at hand.

Es ist noch eine Ruh vorhanden
Johann Sigismund Kunth, 1730
Tr. composite
Source: Sts. 1–3, 7, The Lutheran Hymnal, 1941, No. 615
Sts. 4–6, Evangelical Lutheran Hymn-Book, No. 566, alt.
German Poetry, 1869, pp. 431ff., alt.