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.
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 ! "
3. There is a spotless Robe of Christ'.? own weaving : Wilt thou not wrap it round thy sin-stained soul ? Poor wandering child, upon thy past life grieving, [makes thee whole ! Christ makes thee whole 1 Christ There is a Home, a Harp, a Crown in heaven â O God ! that any should Thy gift refuse ! The awful choice of life and death is given â Which wilt thou choose? which wilt thou choose ?