37. The Land of Welcomes

1 There is a land of welcomes,
With ne’er a last farewell,--
If near, or yet far distant,
No messenger may tell.
But with life’s tide I’m drifting
Still nearer to that shore,
Where saints and angels waiting
Give welcomes evermore.

2 The sea is calm and open,
No longer tempest-tost;
The rocks and storms behind me,
The way cannot be lost.
For Jesus waits and watches
To speak the “Peace, be still;”
He calms the troubled waters,
And waves obey His will.

3 There, in that land of greetings,
We shall securely dwell;
For, ent’ring at His bidding,
We’ll no more say farewell.
O land, O land of welcomes!
Time bears us to that shore
Where loved ones wait our coming,
With welcomes evermore.

Text Information
First Line: There is a land of welcomes
Title: The Land of Welcomes
Author: Mrs. Annie S. Hawks
Language: English
Publication Date: 1903
Tune Information
Name: [There is a land of welcomes]
Composer: Hubert P. Main



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