There Is A Blessed Home Beyond This Land

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 casts around.

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.

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 ev’ry triumph won,
And sing through endless days the great things he has done!

Look up, you 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.