God's Promises

Verse 1

When I am bowed with grief and loss, And sore distressed, I read the sweet old promises Of coming rest; And oft that sweetest one I say, In whispers o’er, “And God shall wipe all tears away,” Forevermore.

Chorus

O sweet and precious promises, To us who roam, No sorrow there, no death, no pain, In God’s sweet home.

Verse 2

And when I think of those I miss, And mourn my loss, Forgetting that my Saviour bore A heavier cross, I think with sudden rapture then, That death no more Shall come to take our friends away, On heav’ns fair shore.

Verse 3

And when my heart is weary grown With grief and pain, I think in heav’n I shall not know Earth’s woes again; For things of old shall pass away Forevermore; No tears in Heav’n, no death, no pain On Eden’s shore.