| Text: | The Land of Welcomes |
| Author: | Mrs. Annie S. Hawks |
| Tune: | [There is a land of welcomes] |
| Composer: | Hubert P. Main |
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 |
| Notes: | Public Domain. |
| Tune Information | |
|---|---|
| Name: | [There is a land of welcomes] |
| Composer: | Hubert P. Main |
| Notes: | Public Domain. |