A Place for Thee

Though oft­en af­flict­ed with sad­ness and pain

While ov­er this world we roam;

Yet if we are faith­ful

eter­nal life will gain

In Heav’n our hap­py home.

Praise the Lord

O my soul

For the hope that we all shall soon be free.

For the Sav­ior long ago

Said To glo­ry I will go

To pre­pare a home for thee.

O joy­ful as­sur­ance that we have re­ceived

Of glory be­yond the tomb;

Which all shall ob­tain who in Je­sus have be­lieved

In Heav’n their hap­py home.

Glad voic­es are sing­ing the songs of His love

He who cleansed all our guilt with blood;

With glo­ri­fied ones in that hap­py home ab­ove

We’ll share that blest ab­ode.

If true to the end

we shall join the re­frain

That ec­hoes thro’ Heav’n’s bright dome;

Forever re­leased from all sor­row

toil and pain

In Heav’n our hap­py home.