1 When my heart is aching, weary,
And when all of life seems dreary,
To the Home across the river then my fancy wings its flight;
There is never sound of weeping,
And no anxious vigil keeping,
Never o’er its walls of jasper falls the shade of sorrow’s night.

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Heavn’ly Home across death’s stream,
Of thy glorious beauties oft I dream,
Till I catch a dazzling ray from the gates of day,
From thy pearly gates of day.

2 There the joy-bells ne’er cease ringing,
There the angel-choirs are singing,
Ev’ry voice attuned to music as they join the heav’nly hymn;
‘Tis the same old blessed story,
“Glory in the highest, glory,
Crown the Saviour with a diadem that can never dim.” [Refrain]

3 Home beloved, o’er death’s river,
Of which God Himself is Giver,
How I love to read the story of thy peerless beauties o’er;
New the tale, although so olden,
Of the pavements rich and golden,
Of the City bathed in radiance, just on the other shore. [Refrain]

4 Nevermore shall I be sighing,
And there will be no more dying,
Heaven’s gate is but the entrance to a never-ending life;
There is joy for all our sorrow,
In the blest and longed for morrow,
There my heart will rest in quiet after this world’s empty strife. [Refrain]

5 O my soul, be patient ever,
And be earnest thine endeavor,
To do work for Christ thy Master as the moments speed away;
In His own time He will call thee
Where no ill can e’er befall thee,
To the City of the faithful just beyond the gates of day. [Refrain]