When Laden With Sorrow


When laden with sorrow and worn with earth’s strife,
And heavy our spirits with care,
How fondly we long for the green hills of life,
The beautiful home over there?

Refrain:
Beautiful home,
Beautiful home.
How fondly we long for the green hills of life,
The beautiful home over there?

O, land of the blest, where our burdens shall fall,
And rest sweetest rest shall be ours;
The smile of our God giveth peace unto all,
And sin cannot mar the glad hours. [Refrain]

We’re traveling onward ‘mid storm, and ‘mid shine,
To enter that beautiful home;
We’ll bask in the light of its glory divine,
No longer our footsteps shall roam. [Refrain]