In the Great Beyond

There’s a city of jas­per

Of pearl and of gold

Where sigh­ing and sad­ness

Shall nev­er­more be;

Where glo­ri­ous vi­sions

Of rap­ture un­fold

And that is the ci­ty

I’m hop­ing to see.

Oh

that beau­ti­ful

beau­ti­ful city…

The home that’s pre­pared for the blest;

Where those who are faith­ful

In serv­ing the Mas­ter

Shall thro’ all eter­ni­ty rest.

There’s a far­away hav­en

Of joy and of peace;

Secure from the dan­gers

Of break­er and beach;

Where the rage of life’s dark

Angry wa­ters shall cease;

And that is the hav­en

I’m striv­ing to reach.

There are loved ones and friends

Who have passed on before

Their la­bors are end­ed

Their jour­ney com­plete;

And their rest shall be sweet

On that ver­dure clad shore

And they are the friends

I am hop­ing to meet.

There’s a crown of re­joic­ing

So glo­ri­ous and bright

For each who the Mas­ter’s

Cross meek­ly shall bear

And its rare gems of beau­ty

Our eyes shall de­light;

Oh! that is the crown

I am long­ing to wear.