Earth Has Its Sorrows Its Heartaches

Earth has its sorrows, its heartaches, its anguish;
Fraught are life’s moments with pleasure and pain;
But at the ford of that mystical river
Darkness shall vanish, and all shall be plain.

Yes, at the ford, at the ford of the river,
Rapturous visions these eyes shall away;
Fording the flood at the foot of the “city,”
Cleansed from all sin we shall enter the gate.

Earth has its pleasures, its lessons of gladness;
Filled is joy’s cup with unspeakable peace;
But at the hour when fording the river
There shall be joys of a thousand increase. [Refrain]

Earth has its songs of a triumphal measure,
Songs of rejoicing and echoes of rest;
But at the brink of the river of rivers
Swelleth the infinite song of the “blest.” [Refrain]

Earth has its victories, praise the Redeemer!
Glorified visions and answers to prayer;
But safely past that blest ford of the river,
Eternal victory’s crown we shall wear. [Refrain]