’Tis Better Higher Up

This world is full of care

And bit­ter is life’s cup;

The cross is some­times hard to bear

’Tis bet­ter high­er up.

’Tis bet­ter high­er up

’Tis bet­ter higher up

Where all is light

and peace

and joy

’Tis bet­ter high­er up.

I’ve seen my hopes de­cay

Like blos­soms in the spring;

My dear­est friends have passed away

Earth’s trea­sures taken wing.

The storms of death have blown

But Christ

my bless­èd hope

His ten­der love to me hath shown

’Tis bet­ter high­er up.

My flesh must fail

I know

And yet I can not grieve;

The Spir­it tells me I must go

With Christ my Lord to live.

And in my home ab­ove

On joy di­vine I’ll sup

And rest in God’s eter­nal love;

’Tis bet­ter high­er up.