There is a blessed home beyond this land of woe
1 There is a blessed home beyond this land of woe,
Where trials never come, nor tears of sorrow flow;
Where faith is fully lost in sight, and patient hope is crowned,
And everlasting light its glory throws around.
2 There is a land of peace, good angels know it well;
Glad songs that never cease within its portals swell.
Around the glorious throne of God the countless saints adore
Christ, with the Father one, and Spirit evermore.
3 O joy all joys beyond, to see the Lamb who died,
And count each sacred wound in hands and feet and side;
To give to him eternal praise for every triumph won,
And sing through endless days the great things he hath done!
4 Look up, ye saints of God, nor fear to tread below
The path your Savior trod of daily toil and woe:
Wait only for a little while in uncomplaining love.
His own most gracious smile will welcome you above.