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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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