Had Earth No Thorns Among Its Flowers


Had earth no thorns among its flowers,
And life no fount of tears,
We might forget our better home,
Beyond this vale of tears.

Refrain:
Home, sweet home;
Our beautiful home beyond.
Our home that Jesus has gone to prepare,
Our beautiful home beyond.

How wisely God our cup has filled,
With mingled joy and grief,
To teach our hearts that mortal things,
Tho’ bright, are only brief. [Refrain]

Our better home! how sweet to think,
When torn from those we love,
No sad farewell can ever reach
Our better home above. [Refrain]

O blissful moment when aside
These earthly robes we’ll cast,
Then wake to know our souls have found
The better home at last. [Refrain]