Far beyond this world of sorrow

1 Far beyond this world of sorrow,
Where the ransomed millions rest,
There's a glorious endless morrow
In the mansions of the blest.

2 There, 'neath bowers of deathless glory,
Ev'ry heart, with peace possessed,
Sweetly chants redemption's story
In the mansions of the blest.

3 There are those we've loved and cherished,
Leaning on our Saviour's breast;
They're at home--not dead or perished,
In the mansions of the blest.

4 There the day knows no declining,
Neither shade nor twilight rest,
But a sunlight brightness shining
In the mansions of the blest.

Source: The Voice of Praise: a collection of hymns for the use of the Methodist Church #931