Far, Far Away

Far

far away

there’s a ma­ny-man­sioned dwell­ing

Where the Sav­ior waits to wel­come the dear souls for whom He died;

All across the dark­some val­ley

I can hear their an­thems swell­ing

And amid the gold­en glo­ry I can see them by His side.

In the home so far away.

Far

far away

there’s a hav­en deep and quiet

Where the noise­less waves lie sleep­ing on the mount­ain-shel­tered shore

Where the surges nev­er en­ter

where no stor­my tem­pests ri­ot

Where the sails are furled for­ev­er and the ship goes out no more

From the hav­en far away.

Onward I tra­vel

in glad­ness or in sor­row

Across these track­less wa­ters

with His love to cheer me through;

And as ev­ery sun­set closes

I can fan­cy that the mor­row

Will fire the heav’n­ly mount­ains

with the hav­en full in view

And no long­er far away.