I long for that rest
From Mt. Nebo seen
The distant view of glory's swoon
My hearts impelled to see

I long for that place
Where knowing becomes keen
My saviors heart no longer far
For those he calls he brings

Shabbat shalom Yahweh you made a way
Shabbat shalom Yahweh hasten your day

The crimson chord surveyed
Your rest delayed but seen
I call to you the only truth
Amidst this tired state

To stay my shaking hands
To balm my tired feet
For now my heart is satisfied
In the hope you made complete