O Eden, Dear Eden

There’s a land un­seen

By our mor­tal eyes

And its joys no tongue can tell;

Where in robes of white

In its vales of light

We shall meet

and for­ev­er dwell.

O Ed­en

dear Ed­en

Home bright and fair

Soon our bark will land

On thy gold­en stand

And our rest will be glo­ri­ous there.

Though our ties may break

And our hearts may grieve

While the cross on earth we bear;

There is joy at last

When our voy­age is past

And our rest will be glo­ri­ous there.

Let us look ab­ove

When the clouds are dark

Let us look by faith and pray­er;

Then we’ll an­chor safe

O’er the storm girt wave

And our rest will be glo­ri­ous there.

We shall meet ere long

In a world of song

And its fade­less beau­ty share;

We shall meet and sing

Through eter­nal spring

And our rest will be glo­ri­ous there.