Hebrews 4:11

• [Heb 4:11] O Where Shall Rest Be Found?

  O where shall rest be found, Rest for the weary soul? ’Twere vain the ocean’s depths to sound, Or pierce to either pole. The world can never give The bliss for which we sigh; ’Tis not the whole of life to live, Nor all of death to die. Beyond this vale of tears, There is a life above, Unmeasured by the flight of years, And all that life is love. There is a death, whose pang Outlasts the fleeting breath: O what eternal horrors hang Around the second death! Lord God of truth and grace, Teach us that death to shun; Lest we be banished from Thy face, And evermore undone. Here would we end our quest: Alone are found in Thee, The life of perfect love—the rest Of immortality.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Heb 4:11] Resting By And By

  When faint and weary toiling, The sweat-drops on my brow, I long to rest for labor, To drop the burden now— There comes a gentle chiding, To quell each mourning sigh: “Work while the day is shining, There’s resting by and by.” Refrain Resting by and by, There’s resting by and by; We shall not always labor, We shall not always cry; The end is drawing nearer, The end for which we sigh; We’ll lay our heavy burdens down, There’s resting by and by. This life to toil is given, And he improves it best Who seeks by patient labor To enter into rest; Then pilgrim, worn and weary, Press on, the goal is nigh; The prize is straight before thee, There’s resting by and by. Refrain Nor ask when overburdened, You long for friendly aid, “Why idle stands my brother, No yoke upon him laid?” The Master bids him tarry; And dare you ask Him why? “Go labor in My vineyard, There’s resting by and by.” Refrain Wan reaper in the harvest, Let this thy strength sustain, Each sheaf that fills the garner Brings you eternal gain; Then bear the cross with patience, To fields of duty hie; ’Tis sweet to work for Jesus— There’s resting by and by. Refrain

  source: Cyberhymnal

Hebrews 6:12

• [Heb 6:12] Triumphs Of The Saints, The

  The triumphs of the saints, The toils they bravely bore, The love that never faints, Their glory evermore— For these the Church today Pours forth her joyous lay; What victors wear so rich a bay? This clinging world of ill Them and their works abhorred; Its withering flowers still They spurned with one accord; They knew them short lived all, How soon they fade and fall, And followed, Jesu, at Thy call. What tongue may here declare, Fancy or thought descry, The joys Thou dost prepare For these Thy saints on high? Empurpled in the flood Of their victorious blood, They won the laurel from their God. O Lord most high, we pray, Stretch forth Thy mighty arm To put our sins away And shelter us from harm; O give Thy servants peace; From guilt and pain release; Our praise to Thee shall never cease.

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  source: Cyberhymnal