Home of the Angels

1 There's a rest in the home of the angels,
That home by and by will be ours,
When gladly we turn from the pathway
That's strewn with earth's fairest of flowers.
No shadow of sorrow or sadness
Can dim the bright light of that sky,
But ever in anthems of gladness,
We'll join with the blest by and by.

2 We shall rest in the home of the angels,
The sky may be cover'd with gloom,
A bright star of promise is beaming,
Beyond the dark shades of the tomb.
Though thorny the way be, and dreary,
And tears may bedim every eye,
The rest for the care-worn and weary,
Will ever be ours by and by.

3 O, that beautiful home of the angels,
Is radiant with unfading morn,
And hence to its heavenly mansions,
How many dear lov'd ones have gone;
They've hastened to glory before us,
To dwell with the angels on high,
And there with the sanctified legions,
We'll meet them with joy by and by.

Source: Kind Words: a new collection of hymns and tunes for sunday schools and the social circle #13