5 But far, far away is that sinless clime, Undimmed by sorrow, unhurt by time; Where, amid all things bright and fair, is given The home of the just, and its name is heaven— The name of that sun-bright clime.
1163 P. M. We’ll be there in a little while.
We have heard of that bright, that holy land, We have heard, and our hearts are glad, For we are a lonely pilgrim band; We are weary, and worn, and sad. They tell us that pilgrims are dwelling there, No more are they called homeless ones, And they say that the goodly land is fair, Where the fountain of life ever runs. CHORUS. We’ll be there, we’ll be there in a little while, And we’ll join with the pure and blest, We’ll all have the palms, the robes, the crowns, And we’ll be for ever at rest.
2 We have heard of the palms, the robes, the crowns, Of that silvery band in white, Of the city fair with its golden gates All radiant with heavenly light. We have heard of the angels there, and saints With their golden harps, how they sing, And the mount, with the fruitful tree of life, And the leaves that healing bring.
3 There are beautiful birds in the bowers green, Their songs are blythe and sweet, Their warbling gushing ever new, The angel harpers greet. We’ll be there, we’ll be there in a little while, And we’ll join with the pure and blest; We’ll all have the palms, the robes, the crowns, And we’ll be for ever at rest.
1164 P. M. Shall we sing in heaven?
Shall we sing in heaven for ever, Shall we sing? Shall we sing in heaven for ever, In that happy land? Yes! O, yes! in that land, that happy land, They that meet shall sing for ever, Far beyond the rolling river, Meet to sing, and love for ever, In that happy land.
2 Shall we know each other ever, In that land? Shall we know each other ever, In that happy land? Yes! O, yes! in that land, that happy land, They that meet shall know each other, Far beyond the rolling river, etc.
3 Shall we sing with holy angels In that land? Shall we sing with holy angels In that happy land? Yes! O, yes! in that land, that happy land, Saints and angels sing for ever, Far beyond the rolling river, etc.
4 Shall we rest from care and sorrow, In that land? Shall we rest from care and sorrow, In that happy land? Yes! O, yes! in that land, that happy land, They that meet shall rest for ever, Far beyond the rolling river, etc.
5 Shall me meet our dear, lost children, In that land? Shall me meet our dear, lost children, In that happy land? Yes! O, yes! in that land, that happy land, Children meet and sing for ever, Far beyond the rolling river, etc.
6 Shall we meet our Christian parents, In that land? Shall we meet our Christian parents, In that happy land? Yes! O, yes! in that land, that happy land, Parents and children meet together, Far beyond the rolling river, etc.
7 Shall we meet our faithful teachers In that land? Shall we meet our faithful teachers In that happy land? Yes! O, yes! in that land, that happy land, Teachers and scholars meet together, Far beyond the rolling river, etc.
8 Shall we know our blesséd Saviour In that land? Shall we know our blesséd Saviour In that happy land? Yes! O, yes! in that land, that happy land, We shall know our blesséd Saviour Far beyond the rolling river, Love and serve him there for ever. In that happy land.
1165 P. M. Behold I make all things new. Rev. 21:5.
That clime is not like this dull clime of ours; All, all is brightness there; A sweeter influence breathes around its flowers, And a benigner air. No calm below is like that calm above, No region here is like that realm of love; Earth’s softest spring ne’er shed so soft a light, Earth’s brightest summer never shone so bright.
2 That sky is not like this sad sky of ours, Tinged with earth’s change and care; No shadow dims it, and no rain-cloud lowers; No broken sunshine there: One everlasting stretch of azure pours Its stainless splendor o’er those sinless shores: For there Jehovah shines with heavenly ray, And Jesus reigns, dispensing endless day.
3 The dwellers there are not like those of earth, No mortal stain they bear; And yet they seem of kindred blood and birth; Whence and how came they there? Earth was their native soil; from sin and shame, Through tribulation, they to glory came; Bond-slaves delivered from sin’s crushing load, Brands plucked from burning by the hand of God.
4 Yon robes of theirs are not like those below; No angel’s half so bright: Whence came that beauty, whence that living glow, And whence that radiant white? Washed in the blood of the atoning Lamb, Fair as the light these robes of theirs became; And now, all tears wiped off from every eye, They wander where the freshest pastures lie.
1166 11s & 5s. The home of the soul.