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