Just Beyond (Harris)

Just be­yond life’s wea­ry la­bor

Just be­yond this world of care

Lies a fair and won­drous ci­ty

Which the faith­ful all may share.

In that blest and hap­py coun­try

Shall be heard no voice of woe

And we’ll meet our sleep­ing loved ones

Loved and lost so long ago.

There the flow’rs are fade­less ev­er

There the gen­tle breez­es blow;

There we’ll rest from toils and tri­als

Where life’s wa­ters soft­ly flow.

Just be­yond are crowns of glo­ry

Harps of gold and robes of white.

These are wait­ing for the faith­ful

Where there is no death nor night.

Burdened with earth’s ma­ny sor­rows

Oft I cry

How long to wait

Till those glo­ries be my por­tion?

When will op­en life’s fair gate?

Angel voices to me whis­per

Soon will ear­th’s dark night be o’er

Soon will come earth’s great De­liv­er­er

Soon we’ll rest on that blest shore.