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Beyond our dearest dreams of joy

Beyond our dearest dreams of joy

Author: Lanta Wilson Smith
Tune: [Beyond our dearest dreams of joy]
Published in 1 hymnal

Audio files: MIDI

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1 Beyond our dearest dreams of joy,
A fairer vision glows,
We see by faith that home of bliss
Our Father’s love bestows.

Refrain:
Eye hath not seen,
Ear hath not heard,
Neither hath it entered into the heart of man,
The things which God hath prepared for them that love him.

2 There toil and grief are never known,
Nor sorrow’s bitter tear;
No pain nor death can enter there,
The future holds no fear. [Refrain]

3 The sweetest music earth has known,
The faintest type must be
Of songs that float from angel choirs
Across the crystal sea. [Refrain]

4 Our music thrills with hidden tears,
Celestial songs are glad;
The harmony of golden harps
Holds not a cadence sad. [Refrain]

5 Eternal glories, ever new,
Sweep o’er that region blest;
And he is true who promised us
This land of joy and rest. [Refrain]

Source: The Finest of the Wheat No. 3 #175

Author: Lanta Wilson Smith

Lanta Wilson Smith was born July 19, 1856 at Castine, Maine, and died October 19, 1939 at Taunton, Massachusetts. She was the daughter of a Methodist minister, William J. Wilson, and his wife Sedelia Follett. Her father belonged to the Maine, and later the East Maine Conferences from 1846 until 1866, when he with his family traveled in a covered wagon to the west, where he served as minister in Nebraska and Dakota. Later he returned to New England and founded out his sixty-four years in the ministry at an appointment in Hingham, Massachusetts. From her early childhood Lanta sang and played the organ in church and Sunday school wherever her father was located. When seventeen she attended Bucksport Seminary, Maine, where she received som… Go to person page >

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First Line: Beyond our dearest dreams of joy
Author: Lanta Wilson Smith
Refrain First Line: Eye hath not seen, ear hath not heard



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