Oh, to think that some day
In a land far away
We shall meet beyond the blue;
From the pains of life free
There no trouble to see
All things shall then be made new!

It's a beautiful home
There we'll nevermore roam
It has all the things we seek;
There's no illness or death,
In the Rock there's a cleft,
Sweet rest for those tired and weak.

In that Home we shall find
Nothing that will remind
Us of all our cares below;
We shall have joy and peace,
All our troubles release,
Just look to Heav'n as you go!
God has prepared a place
By His Wonderful Grace
Where the saved of earth shall dwell;
Sent His Son down in love,
From His Home up above
To rescue our souls from hell.

Brother, don't turn away
For He surely will slay
All those who hear not His Son;
While we dwell in this land
For the Lord we must stand --
In Him, the Victory's won.

If without His great pow'r
We must stand in that hour
With no blood to cleanse our sin;
If till death we should wait,
We shall find it's too late
To then our journey begin!

H. L. Gradowith