Beautiful Home

Verse 1

There is a land immortal, The beautiful of lands, Beside its ancient portal A silent sentry stands; He only can undo it, And open wide the door; And mortals who pass through it, Are mortal nevermore.

Verse 2

Though dark and drear the passage That leadeth to the gate, Yet grace attends the message, To souls that watch and wait: And at the time appointed A messenger comes down, And guides the Lord's anointed From cross to glory's crown.

Verse 3

Their sighs are lost in singing, They're blessèd in their tears; Their journey heavenward winging, They leave on earth their fears: Death like an angel seemeth; "We welcome thee," they cry; Their face with glory beameth-- 'Tis life for them to die! Amen.