beaming from my Fa-ther's house, To cheer the soul for-lorn, Prepared by hands divine, for all, Who seek the bet-ter land.' Bright beaming from my Father's house, To cheer the soul for-lorn. Yes! even at that fearful hour, When death shall seize its prey, And from the place that knows us now, Shall hurry us away;The vision of that heavenly home, Shall cheer the parting soul, And o'er it mounting to the skies, ofnture roll. 4 In that pure home of tearless joy, Earth's parted friends shall meet, With smiles of love that never fade, And blessedness complete; There, there adieus are sounds un⚫ known, - Death frowns not on that scene, But life, and glorious beauty shine, Untroubled and serene. 2 He ever lives above, They pour effectual prayers, He cannot turn away grace. With confidence I now draw nigh, |