To enter his rest To enter his rest Close to his chest And after his own heart Shepherds enter at measure 33, 33 One foot on land And one upon the sea She holds them close Careful to enter his rest Threshing out what she had gleaned Of my kinsman redeemer She did dream To enter his rest To enter his rest She whispers as an aspen tree In her windy, windy way Bringing fruit and flowers to me Placed in vessels of clay She holds them close Grateful to enter his rest Threshing out what she had gleaned Of my kinsman redeemer She did dream To enter his rest To enter his rest