Just be­yond life’s wea­ry la­bor,
Just be­yond this world of care,
Lies a fair and won­drous ci­ty
Which the faith­ful all may share.
In that blest and hap­py coun­try
Shall be heard no voice of woe
And we’ll meet our sleep­ing loved ones,
Loved and lost so long ago.

There the flow’rs are fade­less ever
There the gentle breez­es blow;
There we’ll rest from toils and trials
Where life’s wa­ters soft­ly flow.
Just be­yond are crowns of glo­ry,
Harps of gold and robes of white.
These are wait­ing for the faith­ful
Where there is no death nor night.

Burdened with earth’s many sor­rows
Oft I cry, How long to wait
Till those glo­ries be my por­tion?
When will op­en life’s fair gate?
Angel voices to me whis­per,
Soon will ear­th’s dark night be o’er,
Soon will come earth’s great De­liv­er­er,
Soon we’ll rest on that blest shore.