There is a Blessed Home

Beyond this land of woe,

Where trials never come,

Nor tear of sorrow flow:

Where faith is lost in sight,

And patient hope is crown’d.

And everlasting Sight

its glory throws around.

There is a land of peace,

Good Angels know it well;

Glad songs that never cease

Within its portals swell;

Around its glorious Tyrone

Ten thousand saints adore

Christ, with the Father, One,

And Spirit, evermore.

Oh! joy all joys beyond,

To see the Lamb Who died,

For ever there enthroned,

For ever glorified;

To sing, with saints in light,

Of every triumph won,

And sing through endless days

The great things He hath done.

Look up, ye saints of God,

Nor fear to tread below

The path your Saviour trod

Of daily toil and woe;

Wait but a little while

In uncomplaining love,

His own most gracious smile

Shall welcome you above.