338. There is a blessed Home

There is a blessed Home

Beyond this land of woe,

Where trials never come,

Nor tears of sorrow flow;

Where faith is lost in sight,

And patient hope is crowned,

And everlasting light

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 Throne,

Ten thousand saints adore =

Christ, with the Father One

And Spirit evermore.

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 the praise

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 bat a little while

In uncomplaining love,

His own most gracious smile

Shall welcome you above.