Pain Nor Sickness

Pain nor sickness e'er can enter,
Grief nor woe my lot shall share;
But in that celestial centre.
I a crown of life shall wear

Sarah Winto

From the hymn 'Rest over Jordan', from the third verse.
Pain nor sickness ne’er shall enter,
Grief nor woe my lot shall share,
But in that celestial centre,
I a crown of life shall wear.

1 To the promised home in glory,
To that land of blissful rest,
My Redeemer’s gone before me,
To prepare a mansion, blest.

Refrain:
Yes, there is rest over Jordan’s waters,
Rest for such as from sin are free;
Rest for all who come to Jesus—
Rest for you and me.

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

3 Pain nor sickness ne’er shall enter,
Grief nor woe my lot shall share,
But in that celestial centre,
I a crown of life shall wear. [Refrain]

4 Death itself shall then be vanquished,
And his string shall be withdrawn,
Shout for gladness, O ye ransomed,
Hail with joy the rising morn. [Refrain]

5 Sing, O sing, ye heirs of glory,
Shout your triumph as you go;
Zion’s gate will open for you,
You shall find an entrance through. [Refrain]

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