The Beautiful Shore

There’s a home for the blest

On the beau­ti­ful shore

Where our tri­als and cares shall all cease;

Sorrow nev­er shall en­ter

That bliss­ful ab­ode

Ever there shall abide per­fect peace.

On that beau­ti­ful shore

Where the bright an­gels stay

All our sor­row and pain will be o’er;

Oh! We long to go home

To that beau­ti­ful land

There to rest

sweet­ly rest

ev­er­more.

The bright streets of the ci­ty

Are paved with pure gold

And its flow­ers are frag­rant and fair;

Its in­ha­bi­tants nev­er

Grow wea­ry nor old

For the Lord reigns eter­nal­ly there.

There will be no more part­ing

From those that we love

No more sigh­ing

or shed­ding of tears

For no dis­cords shall ruf­fle

That peace­ful re­pose

Which flows thro’ eter­ni­ty’s years.

Oh! We soon shall be called

To that beau­ti­ful land

There to dwell with the just ev­er­more;

There to join in sweet songs

With the friends that we love

Safe at home on the beau­ti­ful shore.