THE BLESSED WORLD

1THERE is a world to come,
Blessed and pure;
It is the Christian's home,
Long to endure.
O, 'tis a world most bright;
No more death, nor woe, nor night.
Faith views it with delight;
Knowing 'tis sure.

2There Jesus Christ shall reign,
All glorious King!
There music's rapturous strain
Ever will ring:
Saints, who, in ages by,
Suffered, and were called to die,
There in sweet harmony,
Anthems will sing.

3O, 'twill be paradise,
Eden restored;
All beauteous in their eyes
Who love the Word:
Wastes, that are now so drear,
Like the rose shall blossom there,
And be a garden fair,
As saith the Lord.

4There Life's unfailing tree
Will bloom most fair;
And immortality
Its leaves shall bear:
While a pure stream will flow,
And a joy no mortals know
Will to each soul bestow
Who enters there.

5O, that bright world to come!
Tongue cannot tell
How blessed is the home
Where saints will dwell:
Turn then from sin away,
And the Word of God obey,
Then at the last great day,
All will be well.