1 O, when the hours of life are past,
And death's dark shade unites at last;
It is not sleep, it is not rest,
'Tis glory op'ning in the blest.
Chorus:
Sweet land of the blest,
Sweet land of the blest,
It is not sleep, it is not rest,
'Tis glory op'ning to the blest.
2 Their way to heav'n was pure from sin,
And Christ shall there receive them in;
There each shall wear a robe of light,
Like His divinely fair and bright. [Chorus]
3 There angels will unite their prayers,
With spirits bright and blest as theirs;
And light shall glance on ev'ery crown,
From suns that never more go down. [Chorus]
4 No storms shall ride the troubled air,
No voice of passion enter there;
But be all peaceful as the sigh
Of evening gales, that breathe and die. [Chorus]
5 For them the God of mercy sheds
His parent influence on their heads,
And gilds the spirits round the throne,
With glory radiant as his own. [Chorus]
Source: Joyful Songs: a choice collection of new Sunday School music #10
First Line: | O when the hours of life are past |
Title: | Sweet Land of the Blest |
Author: | William Bourn Oliver Peabody |
Language: | English |
Refrain First Line: | Sweet land of the blest |
Copyright: | Public Domain |