There Is Another Better World


There is another, better world,
Beyond this world of ours,
Whose crystal streams in beauty glide,
Amid immortal, immortal flow’rs;
‘Tis there I hope to meet with those
I’ve loved and lost below,
Where pain and anguish ne’er again
Shall cause my tears to flow,
Where pain and anguish ne’er again
Shall cause my tears to flow.

O, how my spirit sighs for those
Sweet flow’rs and living streams,
To hear the music of those harps,
I seem to hear, to hear in dreams;
For me a golden harp is tuned,
For me a crown prepared;
Oh why should I then murmur, when
For me there’s such reward,
Oh why should I then murmur, when
For me there’s such reward.

Then grant, O gracious Lord, my pray’r,
That I may be resigned,
To bear whatever earthly care,
Thou hast to me in love assigned,
And tho’ fond hearts by death’s cold hand,
From mine are rudely riven,
Yet soon I’ll meet, to part no more,
With those I love in heaven,
Yet soon I’ll meet, to part no more,
With those I love in heaven.