Bright Glory to Come

Eye hath not seen

ear hath not heard

Nor hath the fan­cy por­trayed

What the dear Lord hath in re­serve

If His com­mands are ob­eyed.

We shall wan­der no more

but on the bright shore

We’ll share in that home the glo­ry to come;

We shall wan­der no more

but on the bright shore

We’ll share in that home the glo­ry to come.

Mansions of joy

ag­es ago

Jesus the Mas­ter fore­told;

They are for us

just as they were

For the dis­ci­ples of old.

Pilgrims are we

seek­ing to find

Regions than Ca­naan more fair;

Heav’n is our home

ov­er the tide

Where is no sor­row or care.

Loved ones are there

torn from us here

We their dear fac­es shall see;

Never fare­well then shall be said

Never a part­ing shall be.