When This Life Is O’er

When this life is o’er on that bright

gold­en shore

We shall wor­ship the Sav­ior we love;

Free from pain and care

end­less bless­ings to share

In that beau­ti­ful

sweet home above.

O how hap­py we’ll be ov­er death’s si­lent sea

There to dwell with the ones gone be­fore;

Praising Christ

our king

we for­ev­er shall sing

When this life with its tri­als is o’er!

If we’re saved while here

we shall have not a fear

When the reck­on­ing day shall have come;

For around the throne He will crown us His own

And will wel­come to Heav­en

our home.

When this life is o’er

we shall la­bor no more

But from toil­ing and care sweet­ly rest;

We will loved ones meet and God’s prais­es re­peat

Ever safe with the pure and the blest.