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.

Refrain

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.

Refrain

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.

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