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