1 There is a place of waveless rest,
Far, far beyond the skies;
Where beauty smiles eternally
And pleasure never dies;
My Father's house! my heavenly home,
Where many mansions stand,
Prepared by hands divine for all
Who seek the better land.
2 When toss'd upon the waves of life,
With fear on ev'ry side,
When fiercely how is the gath'ring storm,
And foams the angry tide:
Beyond the storm, beyond the gloom,
Breaks forth the light of morn;
Bright beaming from my Father's house
To cheer the soul forlorn.
3 In that pure home of endless joy,
Earth's parted friends shall meet,
With smiles of love that never fade
And blessedness complete:
There, there adieus are never known,
Death frowns not on that scene,
But light and glorious beauty shine
Untroubled and serene.