Verse 1

“Forever with the Lord!”
Amen, so let it be;
Life from the dead is in that word,
’Tis immortality.
Here in the body pent,
Absent from him I roam,
Yet nightly pitch my moving tent
A day’s march nearer home;
Nearer home, nearer home,
A day’s march nearer home.

Verse 2

My Father’s house on high,
Home of my soul, how near,
At times, to faith’s aspiring eye
Thy golden gates appear.
Ah! then my spirit faints
To reach the land I love;
The bright inheritance of saints--
Jerusalem above;
Home above, home above,
Jerusalem above.

Verse 3

Yet doubts still intervene,
And all my comfort flies;
Like Noah’s dove, I flit between
Rough seas and stormy skies.
Anon the clouds depart,
The wind and waters cease,
While sweetly o’er my gladdened heart
Expands the bow of peace;
Bow of peace, bow of peace,
Expands the bow of peace.

Verse 1

For ever with the Lord!
Amen, so let it be;
Life from the dead is in that word,
’Tis immortality:
Here in the body pent,
Absent from Him I roam,
Yet nightly pitch my moving tent
A day’s march nearer home.

Verse 2

My Father’s house on high,
Home of my soul, how near,
At times, to faith’s foreseeing eye,
Thy golden gates appear:
Ah! then my spirit faints
To reach the land I love,
The bright inheritance of saints,
Jerusalem above.

Verse 3

I hear at morn and even,
At noon and midnight hour,
The choral harmonies of heaven
Earth’s Babel tongues o’erpower:
Then, then I feel that He,
Remembered or forgot,
The Lord, is never far from me,
Though I perceive Him not.

Verse 4

For ever with the Lord!
Father, if ’tis Thy will,
The promise of that faithful word
E’en here to me fulfil;
Be Thou at my right hand,
Then can I never fail,
Uphold Thou me, and I shall stand;
Fight, and I must prevail.

Verse 5

So when my latest breath
Shall rend the veil in twain,
By death I shall escape from death,
And life eternal gain.
Knowing as I am known,
How shall I love that word,
And oft repeat before the throne,
“For ever with the Lord!”

Verse 1

For thee, O dear, dear country,
Mine eyes their vigils keep;
For very love, beholding
Thy happy name, they weep.
The mention of thy glory
Is unction to the breast,
And medicine in sickness,
And love, and life, and rest.

Verse 2

Oh, sweet and blessed country,
The home of God’s elect!
Oh, sweet and blessed country,
That eager hearts expect!
Jesus, in mercy bring us
To that dear land of rest;
Who art, with God the Father,
And Spirit, ever blest.

Verse 1

Great God, how infinite art Thou!
What worthless worms are we!
Let the whole race of creatures bow
And pay their praise to Thee.

Verse 2

Thy throne eternal ages stood,
Ere seas or stars were made:
Thou art the ever-living God,
Were all the nations dead.

Verse 3

Eternity, with all its years,
Stands present in Thy view;
To Thee there’s nothing old appears;
Great God, there’s nothing new.

Verse 4

Our lives through various scenes are drawn,
And vexed with trifling cares;
While Thine eternal thought moves on
Thine undisturbed affairs.

Verse 5

Great God, how infinite art Thou!
What worthless worms are we!
Let the whole race of creatures bow,
And pay their praise to Thee.

Verse 1

In the Christian’s home in glory,
There remains a land of rest;
There my Savior’s gone before me
To fulfill my soul’s request.

Refrain

There is rest for the weary,
There is rest for the weary,
There is rest for the weary,
There is rest for you.
On the other side of Jordan,
In the sweet fields of Eden,
Where the tree of life is blooming,
There is rest for you.

Verse 2

He is fitting up my mansion,
Which eternally shall stand.
For my stay shall not be transient,
In that holy, happy land.

Verse 3

Pain and sickness ne’er shall enter,
Grief nor woe my lot shall share;
But, in that celestial center,
I a crown of life shall wear.

Verse 4

Death itself shall then be vanquished
And his sting shall be withdrawn;
Shout for gladness, oh, ye ransomed
Hail with joy the rising morn

Verse 5

Sing, oh! sing, ye heirs of glory
Shout your triumph as you go;
Zion’s gate will open for you,
You shall find an entrance through.

Verse 1

In the Christian’s home in glory,
There remains a land of rest;
There my Savior’s gone before me
To fulfill my soul’s request.

Refrain

There is rest for the weary,
There is rest for the weary,
There is rest for the weary,
There is rest for you.
On the other side of Jordan,
In the sweet fields of Eden,
Where the tree of life is blooming,
There is rest for you.

Verse 2

He is fitting up my mansion,
Which eternally shall stand.
For my stay shall not be transient,
In that holy, happy land.

Verse 3

Pain and sickness ne’er shall enter,
Grief nor woe my lot shall share;
But, in that celestial center,
I a crown of life shall wear.

Verse 4

Death itself shall then be vanquished
And his sting shall be withdrawn;
Shout for gladness, oh, ye ransomed
Hail with joy the rising morn

Verse 5

Sing, oh! sing, ye heirs of glory
Shout your triumph as you go;
Zion’s gate will open for you,
You shall find an entrance through.

Verse 1

I saw a way-worn trav’ler,
In tattered garments clad,
And struggling up the mountain,
It seemed that he was sad;
His back was laden heavy,
His strength was almost gone,
Yet he shouted as he journeyed,
Deliverance will come.

Refrain

Then palms of victory, crowns of glory,
Palms of victory I shall wear.

Verse 2

The summer sun was shining,
The sweat was on his brow,
His garments worn and dusty,
His step seemed very slow;
But he kept pressing onward,
For he was wending home;
Still shouting as he journeyed,
Deliverance will come.

Verse 3

The songsters in the arbor
That stood beside the way
Attracted his attention,
Inviting his delay;
His watchword being “Onward,”
He stopped his ears and run,
Still shouting as he journeyed,
Deliverance will come.

Verse 4

I saw him in the evening,
The sun was bending low,
He’d overtopped the mountain
And reached the vale below;
He saw the golden city,--
His everlasting home,--
And shouted loud, Hosanna,
Deliverance will come!

Verse 5

While gazing on that city,
Just o’er the narrow flood,
A band of holy angels
Came from the throne of God;
They bore him on their pinions
Safe o’er the dashing foam,
And joined him in his triumph,--
Deliverance has come!

Verse 6

I heard the song of triumph
They sang upon that shore,
Saying, Jesus has redeemed us
To suffer nevermore:
Then, casting his eyes backward
On the race which he had run,
He shouted loud, Hosanna,
Deliverance has come!

Verse 1

I will sing you a song of that beautiful land,
The far away home of the soul;
Where no storms ever beat on the glittering strand,
While the years of eternity roll.

Verse 2

Oh, that home of the soul, in my visions and dreams
Its bright jasper walls I can see;
Till I fancy but thinly the veil intervenes
Between the fair city and me.

Verse 3

That unchangeable home is for you and for me,
Where Jesus of Nazareth stands,
The King of all kingdoms forever is he,
And he holdeth our crowns in his hands.

Verse 4

Oh, how sweet it will be in that beautiful land,
So free from all sorrow and pain;
With songs on our lips and with harps in our hands,
To meet one another again.

Verse 1

I will sing you a song of that beautiful land,
The far away home of the soul;
Where no storms ever beat on the glittering strand,
While the years of eternity roll.

Verse 2

Oh, that home of the soul, in my visions and dreams
Its bright jasper walls I can see;
Till I fancy but thinly the veil intervenes
Between the fair city and me.

Verse 1

Jerusalem! my glorious home!
Name ever dear to me!
When shall my labors have an end,
In joy, and peace, and thee?
When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls
And pearly gates behold?
Thy bulwarks with salvation strong,
And streets of shining gold?

Verse 2

Oh, when, thou city of my God,
Shall I thy courts ascend,
Where congregations ne’er break up,
And Sabbaths have no end?
There happier bowers than Eden’s bloom,
Nor sin nor sorrow know:
Blest seats! through rude and stormy scenes
I onward press to you.

Verse 3

Why should I shrink at pain and woe?
Or feel at death dismay?
I’ve Canaan’s goodly land in view,
And realms of endless day.
Jerusalem! my glorious home!
My soul still pants for thee;
Then shall my labors have an end,
When I thy joys shall see.

Verse 1

Jerusalem, the glorious!
The glory of th’ elect,—
O dear and future vision
That eager hearts expect!
Ev’n now by faith I see thee,
Ev’n here thy walls discern;
To thee my thoughts are kindled,
And strive, and pant, and yearn!

Verse 2

The cross is all thy splendor,
The Crucified, thy praise;
His laud and benediction
Thy ransomed people raise;—
Jerusalem! exulting
On that securest shore,
I hope thee, wish thee, sing thee,
And love thee evermore!

Verse 3

O sweet and blessed country!
Shall I e’er see thy face?
O sweet and blessed country!
Shall I e’er win thy grace?—
Exult, O dust and ashes!
The Lord shall be thy part;
His only, his forever,
Thou shalt be, and thou art!

Verse 1

Jerusalem, the golden,
With milk and honey blest!
Beneath thy contemplation
Sink heart and voice oppressed:
I know not, oh, I know not,
What social joys are there,
What radiancy of glory,
What light beyond compare.

Verse 2

They stand, those halls of Zion,
All jubilant with song,
And bright with many an angel,
And all the martyr throng;
The Prince is ever in them,
The daylight is serene;
The pastures of the blessed
Are decked in glorious sheen.

Verse 3

There is the throne of David;
And there, from care released,
The song of them that triumph,
The shout of them that feast;
And they who, with their Leader,
Have conquered in the light,
Forever and forever
Are clad in robes of white.

Verse 1

Lo! on a narrow neck of land,
Between two boundless seas I stand,--
Yet how insensible!
A point of time--a moment’s space--
Removes me to yon heavenly place,
Or shuts me up in hell!

Verse 2

O God! my inmost soul convert,
And deeply on my thoughtless heart
Eternal things impress;
Give me to feel their solemn weight,
And save me, ere it be too late!
Wake me to righteousness.

Verse 3

Be this my one great business here,
With holy trembling, holy fear,
To make my calling sure;
Thine utmost counsel to fulfill,
To suffer all thy righteous will,
And to the end endure!

Verse 4

Then Savior! then my soul receive,
Transported from the earth, to live
And reign with thee above;
Where faith is sweetly lost in sight,
And hope, in full supreme delight,
And everlasting love.

Verse 1

‘Mid scenes of confusion and creature complaints,
How sweet to my soul is communion with saints;
To find at the banquet of mercy there’s room,
And feel in the presence of Jesus at home.

Refrain

Home! home! sweet, sweet home!
Prepare me, dear Savior, for glory, my home.

Verse 2

Sweet bonds that unite all the children of peace,
And thrice precious Jesus whose love cannot cease,
Tho’ oft from thy presence in sadness I roam,
I long to behold thee in glory at home.

Verse 3

I sigh from this body of sin to be free,
Which hinders my joy and communion with thee;
Tho’ now my temptations like billows may foam,
All, all will be peace when I’m with thee at home.

Verse 4

While here in the valley of conflict I stay,
Oh, give me submission and strength as my day,
In all my afflictions to thee would I come,
Rejoicing in hope of my glorious home.

Verse 1

My heavenly home is bright and fair;
Nor pain nor death can enter there;
Its glitt’ring towers the sun outshine;
That heavenly mansion shall be mine.

Refrain

I’m going home, I’m going home,
I’m going home to die no more,
To die no more, to die no more,
I’m going home to die no more.

Verse 2

My Father’s house is built on high;
Far, far above the starry sky;
When from this earthly prison free,
That heavenly mansion mine shall be.

Verse 3

Let others seek a home below,
Which flames devour, or waves o’erflow,
Be mine a happier lot, to own
A heavenly mansion near the throne.

Verse 4

Then fail this earth, let stars decline,
And sun and moon refuse to shine
All nature sink and cease to be,
That heavenly mansion stands for me.

Verse 1

My heavenly home is bright and fair;
Nor pain nor death can enter there;
Its glitt’ring towers the sun outshine;
That heavenly mansion shall be mine.

Refrain

I’m going home, I’m going home,
I’m going home to die no more,
To die no more, to die no more,
I’m going home to die no more.

Verse 2

My Father’s house is built on high;
Far, far above the starry sky;
When from this earthly prison free,
That heavenly mansion mine shall be.

Verse 3

Let others seek a home below,
Which flames devour, or waves o’erflow,
Be mine a happier lot, to own
A heavenly mansion near the throne.

Verse 4

Then fail this earth, let stars decline,
And sun and moon refuse to shine
All nature sink and cease to be,
That heavenly mansion stands for me.

Verse 1

O God, mine inmost soul convert,
And deeply on my thoughtful heart
Eternal things impress;
Give me to feel their solemn weight,
And save me ere it be too late;
Wake me to righteousness.

Verse 2

Before me place in dread array
The pomp of that tremendous day
When Thou with clouds shalt come
To judge the nations at Thy bar;
And tell me, Lord, shall I be there
To meet a joyful doom?

Verse 3

Then, Saviour, then my soul receive,
Transported from the vale, to live
And reign with Thee above,
Where faith is sweetly lost in sight,
And hope in full, supreme delight,
And everlasting love.

Verse 1

Oh, I often sit and ponder,
When the sun is sinking low,
Where shall yonder future find me?
Does but God in heaven know?
Shall I be among the living?
Shall I be among the free?
Wheresoe’er my path be leading,
Savior, keep my heart with thee.

Refrain

Oh, the future lies before me,
And I know not where I’ll be;
But where’er my path be leading,
Savior, keep my heart with thee.

Verse 2

Shall I be at work, for Jesus,
Whilst he leads me by the hand,
And to those around be saying,
Come and join this happy band?
Come, for all things now are ready,
Come, his faithful foll’wer be;
Oh, where’er my path be leading,
Savior, keep my heart with thee.

Verse 3

But perhaps my work for Jesus
Soon in future may be done,
All my earthly trials ended,
And my crown in heaven won;
Then forever with the ransomed
Thro’ eternity I’d be
Chanting hymns to him who bo’t me
With his blood, shed on a tree.

Verse 1

Oh, think of the home over there,
By the side of the river of light,
Where the saints, all immortal and fair,
Are robed in their garments of white.

Chorus 1

Over there, over there,
Oh, think of the home over there.

Verse 2

Oh, think of the friends over there,
Who believe on the journey have trod,
Of the songs that they breathe on the air,
In their home in the palace of God.

Chorus 2

Over there, over there,
Oh, think of the friends over there.

Verse 3

My Saviour is now over there,
There my kindred and friends are at rest;
Then away from my sorrow and care,
Let me fly to the land of the blest.

Chorus 3

Over there, over there,
My Saviour is now over there.

Verse 4

I’ll soon be at home over there,
For the end of my journey I see;
Many dear to my heart, over there,
Are watching and waiting for me.

Chorus 4

Over there, over there,
I’ll soon be at home over there.

Verse 1

Oh, think of the home over there,
By the side of the river of light,
Where the saints all immortal and fair,
Are robed in their garments of white.

Refrain

Over there, over there,
Oh, think of the home over there;
Over there, over there, over there,
Oh, think of the home over there.

Verse 2

Oh, think of the friends over there,
Who before us the journey have trod,
Of the songs that they breathe on the air.
In their home in the palace of God.

Refrain

Over there, over there,
Oh, think of the friends over there;
Over there, over there, over there,
Oh, think of the friends over there.

Verse 3

My Savior is now over there,
There my kindred and friends are at rest;
Then away from my sorrow and care,
Let me fly to the land of the blest.

Refrain

Over there, over there,
My Savior is now over there;
Over there, over there, over there,
My Savior is now over there.

Verse 4

I’ll soon be at home over there,
For the end of my journey I see;
Many dear to my heart, over there,
Are watching and waiting for me.

Refrain

Over there, over there,
I’ll soon be at home over there;
Over there, over there, over there,
I’ll soon be at home over there.

Verse 1

On Jordan’s stormy banks I stand,
And cast a wishful eye
To Canaan’s fair and happy land,
Where my possessions lie.

Refrain

We will rest in the fair and happy land,
Just across on the evergreen shore,
Sing the song of Moses and the Lamb, by and by,
And dwell with Jesus evermore.

Verse 2

O’er all those wide-extended plains
Shines one eternal day;
There God the Son forever reigns
And scatters night away.

Verse 3

When shall I reach that happy place,
And be forever blest?
When shall I see my Father’s face,
And in his bosom rest?

Verse 4

Filled with delight, my raptured soul
Would here no longer stay;
Tho’ Jordan’s waves around me roll,
Fearless I’d launch away.

On Jordan’s Stormy Banks I Stand

Verse 1

On Jordan’s stormy banks I stand,
And cast a wishful eye
To Canaan’s fair and happy land,
Where my possessions lie.

Refrain

We will rest in the fair and happy land,
Just across on the evergreen shore,
Sing the song of Moses and the Lamb, by and by,
And dwell with Jesus evermore.

Verse 2

O’er all those wide-extended plains
Shines one eternal day;
There God the Son forever reigns
And scatters night away.

Verse 3

When shall I reach that happy place,
And be forever blest?
When shall I see my Father’s face,
And in his bosom rest?

Verse 4

Filled with delight, my raptured soul
Would here no longer stay;
Tho’ Jordan’s waves around me roll,
Fearless I’d launch away.

Verse 1

Our God, our Help in ages past,
Our Hope for years to come,
Our Shelter from the stormy blast,
And our eternal Home:

Verse 2

Under the shadow of Thy throne
Thy saints have dwelt secure;
Sufficient is Thine arm alone,
And our defence is sure.

Verse 3

Before the hills in order stood,
Or earth received her frame,
From everlasting Thou art God,
To endless years the same.

Verse 4

A thousand ages in Thy sight
Are like an evening gone;
Short as the watch that ends the night
Before the rising sun.

Verse 5

The busy tribes of flesh and blood,
With all their lives and cares,
Are carried downwards by Thy flood,
And lost in following years.

Verse 6

Time, like an ever-rolling stream,
Bears all its sons away;
They fly forgotten, as a dream
Dies at the opening day.

Verse 7

Our God, our Help in ages past;
Our Hope for years to come;
Be Thou our Guard while troubles last,
And our eternal Home.

Verse 1

O where shall rest be found,
Rest for the weary soul?
’Twere vain the ocean-depths to sound,
Or pierce to either pole.

Verse 2

The world can never give
The bliss for which we sigh;
’Tis not the whole of life to live,
Nor all of death to die.

Verse 3

Beyond this vale of tears
There is a life above,
Unmeasured by the flight of years,
And all that life is love:

Verse 4

There is a death whose pang
Outlasts the fleeting breath:
O what eternal horrors hang
Around the second death!

Verse 5

Lord God of truth and grace,
Teach us that death to shun,
Lest we be banished from Thy face,
And evermore undone.

Verse 6

Here would we end our quest:
Alone are found in Thee
The life of perfect love, the rest
Of immortality.

Verse 1

Shall we gather at the river
Where bright angel feet have trod;
With its crystal tide forever
Flowing by the throne of God.

Refrain

Yes, we’ll gather at the river,
The beautiful, the beautiful river,--
Gather with the saints at the river
That flows by the throne of God.

Verse 2

On the margin of the river
Washing up its silver spray,
We will walk and worship ever,
All the happy, golden day.

Verse 3

Ere we reach the shining river
Lay we ev’ry burden down;
Grace our spirits will deliver,
And provide a robe and crown.

Verse 4

At the smiling of the river
Mirror of the Savior’s face,
Saints whom death will never sever
Lift their songs of saving grace.

Verse 5

Soon we’ll reach the silver river,
Soon our pilgrimage will cease;
Soon our happy hearts will quiver
With the melody of peace.

Verse 1

Shall we gather at the river
Where bright angel feet have trod;
With its crystal tide forever
Flowing by the throne of God.

Refrain

Yes, we’ll gather at the river,
The beautiful, the beautiful river,--
Gather with the saints at the river
That flows by the throne of God.

Verse 2

On the margin of the river
Washing up its silver spray,
We will walk and worship ever,
All the happy, golden day.

Verse 3

Ere we reach the shining river
Lay we ev’ry burden down;
Grace our spirits will deliver,
And provide a robe and crown.

Verse 4

At the smiling of the river
Mirror of the Savior’s face,
Saints whom death will never sever
Lift their songs of saving grace.

Verse 5

Soon we’ll reach the silver river,
Soon our pilgrimage will cease;
Soon our happy hearts will quiver
With the melody of peace.

Verse 1

The evening shades are falling,
The sun is sinking fast;
The Holy One is calling,
We’re going home at last.

Refrain

Going home at last;
Going home at last;
The march will soon be over,
We’re going home at last.

Verse 2

The road’s been long and dreary,
The toils came thick and fast;
In body weak and weary,
Were going home at last.

Verse 3

We now are nearing heaven,
And soon shall be at rest;
Our crowns will soon be given,
We’re going home at last.

Verse 4

Oh, praise the Lord forever,
Our sorrows are all past;
We’ll part no more, no, never;
We are at home at last.

Verse 1

There is a land of pure delight,
Where saints immortal reign;
Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.
There everlasting spring abides,
And never-withering flowers;
Death, like a narrow sea, divides,
This heavenly land from ours.

Verse 2

Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood
Stand dressed in living green;
So to the Jews old Canaan stood,
While Jordan rolled between.
But timorous mortals start and shrink
To cross this narrow sea,
And linger, shivering on the brink,
And fear to launch away.

Verse 3

O could we make our doubts remove,
Those gloomy doubts that rise,
And see the Canaan that we love,
With unbeclouded eyes--
Could we but climb where Moses stood,
And view the landscape o’er,
Not Jordan’s stream, nor death’s cold flood,
Should fright us from the shore.

Verse 1

There is an hour of peaceful rest
To mourning wand’rers giv’n;
There is a joy for souls distressed,
A balm for ev’ry wounded breast--
’Tis found above--in heav’n.

Verse 2

There is a soft, a downy bed,
’Tis fair as breath of even;
A couch for weary mortals spread,
Where they may rest the aching head,
And find repose--in heav’n.

Verse 3

There is a home for weary souls,
By sin and sorrow driv’n;
When tossed on life’s tempestuous shoals,
Where storms arise, and ocean rolls,
And all is drear--but heav’n.

Verse 4

There faith lifts up her cheerful eye,
To brighter prospects giv’n;
And views the tempest passing by,
The evening shadows quickly fly,
And all serene--in heav’n.

Verse 1

There’s a land that is fairer than day
And by faith we can see it afar;
For the Father waits over the way,
To prepare us a dwelling-place there.

Refrain

In the sweet by and by,
We shall meet on that beautiful shore;
In the sweet by and by,
We shall meet on that beautiful shore.

Verse 2

We shall sing on that beautiful shore
The melodious songs of the blest,
And our spirits shall sorrow no more,
Not a sigh for the blessing of rest.

Verse 3

To our bountiful Father above
We will offer the tribute of praise,
For the glorious gift of his love.
And the blessings that hallow our days.

Verse 4

We shall rest on that beautiful shore,
In the joys of the saved we shall share;
All our pilgrimage toil will be o’er,
And the conqueror’s crown we shall wear.

Verse 5

We shall meet, we shall sing, we shall reign,
In the land where the saved never die;
We shall rest, free from sorrow and pain,
Safe at home in the sweet by and by.

Verse 1

There’s a land that is fairer than day
And by faith we can see it afar;
For the Father waits over the way,
To prepare us a dwelling-place there.

Refrain

In the sweet by and by,
We shall meet on that beautiful shore;
In the sweet by and by,
We shall meet on that beautiful shore.

Verse 2

We shall sing on that beautiful shore
The melodious songs of the blest,
And our spirits shall sorrow no more,
Not a sigh for the blessing of rest.

Verse 3

To our bountiful Father above
We will offer our tribute of praise,
For the glorious gift of His love,
And the blessings that hallow our days.

Verse 1

The sands of time are wasting,
The dawn of heaven breaks;
The summer morn I’ve sighed for,
The fair, sweet morn awakes.
Oh, dark hath been the midnight,
But day-spring is at hand,
And glory, glory dwelleth
In Immanuel’s land.

Verse 2

Oh, Christ, he is the fountain,
The deep, sweet well of love;
The streams of earth I’ve tasted,
More deep I’ll drink above.
There, to an ocean fullness,
His mercy doth expand,
And glory, glory dwelleth
In Immanuel’s land.

Verse 3

Oh, I am my Beloved’s,
And my Beloved’s mine;
He brings a poor, vile sinner
Into his house divine.
Upon the Rock of Ages
My soul, redeemed, shall stand,
Where glory, glory dwelleth
In Immanuel’s land.

Verse 1

This is not my place of resting,—
Mine’s a city yet to come;
Onward to it I am hasting—
On to my eternal home.

Verse 2

In it all is light and glory;
O’er it shines a nightless day;
Every trace of sin’s sad story,
All the curse hath passed away;

Verse 3

There the Lamb, our Shepherd, leads us
By the streams of life along—
On the freshest pastures feeds us,
Turns our sighing into song.

Verse 4

Soon we pass this desert dreary,
Soon we bid farewell to pain;
Never more are sad or weary,
Never, never sin again!

Verse 1

We shall meet beyond the river,
By and by, by and by;
And the darkness shall be over,
By and by, by and by;
With the toilsome journey done,
And the glorious battle won,
We shall shine forth as the sun,
By and by, by and by.

Verse 2

We shall strike the harps of glory,
By and by, by and by;
We shall sing redemption’s story.
By and by, by and by;
And the strains for evermore
Shall resound in sweetness o’er
Yonder everlasting shore,
By and by, by and by.

Verse 3

We shall see and be like Jesus,
By and by, by and by;
Who a crown of life will give us,
By and by, by and by;
And the angels who fulfill
All the mandates of his will
Shall attend, and love us still,
By and by, by and by.

Verse 4

There our tears shall all cease flowing,
By and by, by and by;
And with sweetest rapture knowing,
By and by, by and by;
All the blest ones who have gone
To the land of life and song,--
We with shoutings shall rejoin,
By and by, by and by.

Verse 1

We shall meet beyond the river,
By and by, by and by;
And the darkness shall be over,
By and by, by and by;
With the toilsome journey done,
And the glorious battle won,
We shall shine forth as the sun,
By and by, by and by.

Verse 2

We shall strike the harps of glory,
By and by, by and by;
We shall sing redemption’s story.
By and by, by and by;
And the strains for evermore
Shall resound in sweetness o’er
Yonder everlasting shore,
By and by, by and by.

Verse 3

We shall see and be like Jesus,
By and by, by and by;
Who a crown of life will give us,
By and by, by and by;
And the angels who fulfill
All the mandates of his will
Shall attend, and love us still,
By and by, by and by.

Verse 4

There our tears shall all cease flowing,
By and by, by and by;
And with sweetest rapture knowing,
By and by, by and by;
All the blest ones who have gone
To the land of life and song,--
We with shoutings shall rejoin,
By and by, by and by.

Verse 1

When I can read my title clear
To mansions in the skies,
I’ll bid farewell to every fear
And wipe my weeping eyes.
Should earth against my soul engage,
And fiery darts be hurled,
Then I can smile at Satan’s rage.
And face a frowning world.

Verse 2

Let cares like a wild deluge come
Let storms of sorrow fall--
So I but safely reach my home,
My God, my heaven, my all.
There I shall bathe my weary soul
In seas of heavenly rest,
And not a wave of trouble roll
Across my peaceful breast.