Gladness and Home

Out thro’ the dark­ness the gleam­ing of morn­ing

Gladdens our eyes so wea­ry with night;

So many om­ens fore­tok­en its dawn­ing

Preach it and sing it as al­most in sight.

Cometh this day o’er earth’s hill­tops and mount­ains

Brighter than time ev­er brought to our eyes.

Joy in the sun­shine

and peace in the sha­dows

Playing to­ge­ther ’neath love­li­er skies.

Beautiful fields with their beau­ti­ful flow­ers

Beautiful trees with their fruit­age and shade

Beautiful walks to the turf-seat­ed bow­ers

Where beau­ti­ful hills slope away to the glade.

Beautiful ci­ty and beau­ti­ful riv­er

Mortals have failed their parts to fore­tell.

Everything per­fect

abid­ing for­ev­er

So shall the new earth this old earth ex­cel.

Beautiful mu­sic the val­leys are fill­ing

Angels are lis­ten­ing to hear the new strain

Wafted from lips out of hearts that are thrill­ing

With rap­ture im­mor­tal for Him that was slain.

Beautiful King on the throne of His glo­ry

Smiling a wel­come to all that shall come.

Saved thro’ be­liev­ing re­demp­tion’s sweet sto­ry

Out of earth’s dark­ness to gladn­ess and home.