Where the blossoms never wither,
Where the flowers are ever gay,
Where the Nightshades never gather
Round the brightness of the day.
Where the joy of summer sunshine,
With its fresh and balmy air,
Decks with never-fading beauty
All the tints so rich and fair.
There no death shall ever enter,
There no blossom ever fade—
Pain nor sickness, sin nor sorrow,
Storm nor tempest, gloom nor shade.
There the restless will is silenced—
Many a thorny path it trod!
There the sparrow, there the swallow,
Find their home—the house of God.
There the poor, the outcast wanderer,
There the blind, the halt, the maim’d,
Found by Jesu’s power and pity,
Are as barren ground reclaim’d.
There’s the Lamb in all His beauty,
Who can tell His glorious worth
Once upon the cross in pity;
Now He’s Lord of heaven and earth.
There He lives—the Father’s sunshine
Beaming forth on all around,
There He leads the ransomed chorus,
Heavenly, holy, happy sound.
See the choir that now surrounds Him,
Hear the music of their strain,
“Jesus Christ alone is worthy,
Let Him live and rule and reign.”
Now they take their harps and tune them,
Now their pray’rs are turn’d to praise,
Past their night of anxious waiting,
Now the song of joy they raise.
“Sinners once, He has redeemed us
When He shed for us His blood,
And in every nation found us—
Made us kings and priests to God.
“Now to reign in heavenly glory,
Raised by grace and power divine,
He has sought for and has saved us,
In His brightness there to shine.”
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