There is a Blessed Home |
Henry W. Baker, 1861
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.
2. There is a land of peace: | 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 the praise Of every triumph won, And sing through endless days The great things he hath done!
4. Look up, ye saints of God! |