Author: Mary A. Young Hymnal: The Silver Chime #68 (1862) First Line: There's a home for the poor on that beautiful shore Lyrics: 1 There's a home for the poor on that beautiful shore,
When life and its sorrows are ended,
And sweetly they'll rest in that home of the blest,
By the presence of angels attended.
There's a home for the sad, and their hearts will be glad,
When they've cross'd over Jordan as dreary;
For bright is the dome of that radiant home
Where so softly repose all the weary.
2 There's a home for the ill, and their bosoms shall thrill
With the rapture of healthful emotion;
For the sad, plaintive moan never more will be known
In that world full of peaceful devotion.
There's a home for the old, when time and its mould
The fair form of their beauty has faded;
And brightly they'll bloom far beyond the dark tomb,
Where the splendor of youth ne'er is shaded.
3 There's a home for the young, and a seraph's pure song
Will the heavenly chorus be singing,
While the bright harps of gold, which will never grow old,
Thro' the glittering arches are ringing.
There's a home for the good, where none may intrude,
Never tempted with evil nor folly,
They will calmly repose, freed from trials and woes,
In that place long prepared for the holy.
4 There's a home for the vile, all polluted with guile,
When they're cleansed by the quick'ning spirit;
For each shall be heir to that Kingdom so fair,
And all its full glory inherit.
There's a home for us all when the summons shall call,
We will fly to the arms of our Saviour,
And join in the song of that beautiful throng,
And sing of redemption forever. Tune Title: [There's a home for the poor on that beautiful shore]
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