November 14
Tho’ burdens heavy we here must bear,
And the eyes are made dim with tears,
There’ll be naught of sorrow “over there”
In the “home of the endless years.”
With toilsome effort in faith we sow,
Tho’ no harvest our vision cheers;
We will not lose heart, ‘twill all be plain,
In the “home of the endless years.”
We’ll labor with a smile and a song,
And we’ll give to the winds our fears,
For the day of trials can’t be long,
Soon the “home of the endless years.”
Chorus
In the better land,
In that sunny land,
In that Eden land, safe by and by;
In that better land,
In that sunny land,
In that Eden land, safe by and by.
John R. Clements
No comments:
Post a Comment