A Home All Bright and Fair

Above this earth­ly home of ours

Of chill­ing winds

and fad­ing flow­ers

There is a home all bright and fair

And all our hopes are cen­tered there.

Oh hap­py home

oh man­sions blest

Where all God’s wea­ry ones may rest;

For in that bright un­cloud­ed day

Our God shall wipe all tears away.

There we shall meet the loved and lost

Who ov­er death’s dark riv­er crossed;

There we shall see our Sav­ior’s face

And praise the won­ders of His grace.

Here we may suf­fer grief and pain

And tears may flow like fall­ing rain;

But there where shines eter­nal day

God’s hand shall wipe all tears away.