Happy Home

Verse 1

There's a crown laid up in Glory, There’s a robe for each to wear, And we never need be sorry That we did life’s troubles share; For our crown will shine the brighter For the battles we have won, And our robes will be the whiter When our travelling days are done.

Chorus

When our fighting here is over, And our victories are all won, There’s a mansion up in Glory When our travelling days are done.

Verse 2

There’s a golden harp in Glory, There’s a welcome for the true, There’s a rest for all the weary, There’s a victor’s palm for you. O we’ll praise the Lamb for ever When we stand before his throne, And our joys will end, no never, When our travelling days are done!

Verse 3

There will be no room for sadness, There will be no sorrow there, And unceasing songs of gladness Shall for ever fill the air; There will be no death, no weeping In that land, and evermore We shall dwell in Jesus’ keeping When our travelling days are o’er.