Beyond!

Verse 1

There is a calm beyond life’s fitful fever, A deep repose, an everlasting rest; Where white-robed angels welcome the believer Among the blest, among the blest. There is a home, where all the soul’s deep yearnings, And silent prayers shall be at last fulfilled; Where strife and sorrow, murmurings and heart burnings At last are stilled, at last are stilled.

Verse 2

There is a hope, to which the Christian, clinging, Is lifted high above life’s surging wave; Finds life in death, and fadeless flowers springing From the dark grave, from the dark grave. There is a crown prepared for those who love Him; The Christian sees it in the distance shine, Like a bright beacon glittering above him, And whispers, Mine! and whispers, Mine!

Verse 3

There is a spotless robe of Christ’s own weaving; Will you not wrap it round your sin-stained soul? Poor wandering child, upon thy past life grieving, Christ makes thee whole! Christ makes thee whole! There is a home, a harp, a crown in Heaven; Alas! that any should Thy gift refuse! The awful choice of life and death is given— Which wilt thou choose? Which wilt thou choose?