There Is a Dwelling Place Above

There is a dwell­ing place ab­ove;

Thither

to meet the God of love

The poor in spir­it go.

There is a para­dise of rest;

For con­trite hearts and souls dis­tressed

Its streams of com­fort flow.

There is a good­ly her­it­age

Where earth­ly pass­ions cease to rage;

The meek that hav­en gain;

There is a board

where those who pine

Hungry

athirst

for grace div­ine

May feast

nor crave again.

There is a voice of mer­cy true;

To them whose mer­cy’s path pur­sue

That voice shall bliss im­part;

There is a sight from man con­cealed;

That sight

the face of God re­vealed

Shall bless the pure in heart.

There is a name

in Heav’n be­stowed;

That name

which hails them sons of God

The friends of peace shall know;

There is a king­dom in the sky

Where they shall reign with God on high

Who serve Him best be­low.

Lord! be it mine like them to choose

The bet­ter part

like them to use

The means Thy love hath giv’n;

Be ho­li­ness my aim on earth

That death be wel­comed as a birth

To life and bliss in Heav’n!