1 When after all our work is done,
And we our earthly race have run,
When life immortal has begun,
Joy’ll come at last.
Ah, yes, when time for each is o’er,
When suns shall rise and set no more,
When we have joined those gone before,
Death’s portal passed.
At last, at last, oh, blessed thought,
These words we oft repeat,
At last we’ll lay our trophies down,
At our Redeemer’s feet.
2 In Beulah land that lies along
That unseen shore for which we long,
There we shall join the angel throng,
At heavens gate.
And we shall be a welcome guest,
Of him who gives the weary rest,
And we’ll be greeted by the blest,
Who for us wait. [Refrain]
3 There in those mansions up above,
In that pure realm of fadeless love,
’Tis there we evermore shall rove,
In perfect peace.
A diadem we there shall wear,
And all of heaven’s glory share,
Within that country, oh, so fair,
Where joys ne’er cease. [Refrain]