Roses in a Glass Vase with I will sing you a song of that beautiful land and In my Father’s house there is many a room

I will sing you a song of that beautiful land,
The far way home of the soul,
Where no storms ever beat on the glittering strand,
While the years of eternity roll,
While the years of eternity roll;
Where no storms ever beat on the glittering strand,
While the years of eternity roll.

Oh, that home of the soul in my visions and dreams,
Its bright, jasper walls I can see;
Till I fancy but thinly the veil intervenes
Between the fair city and me,
Between the fair city and me:
Till I fancy but thinly the veil intervenes
Between the fair city and me.

That unchangeable home is for you and for me,
Where Jesus of Nazareth stands,
The King of all kingdoms forever, is He,
And He holdeth our crowns in His hands,
And He holdeth our crowns in His hands:
The King of all kingdoms forever, is He,
And He holdeth our crowns in His hands.

Oh, how sweet it will be in that beautiful land,
So free from all sorrow and pain;
With songs on our lips and with harps in our hands,
To meet one another again,
To meet one another again:
With songs on our lips and with harps in our hands,
To meet one another again.
                             Mrs. Ellen H. Gates

In my Father’s house there is many a room,
And my Lord has gone to prepare
A place for me; O can it be
That I shall be with Him there?

In my Father’s house there is endless day,
With no cloud of sorrow or care,
No tearful eyes, no groans or sighs,
They know who are with Him there.

In my Father’s house there’s no want or woe,
And there can be no more pray’r;
For what beside can God provide,
Since we shall be with Him there.

In my Father’s house there is no more death,
For the life of God we share;
No thought of sin can enter in,
For we shall be with Him there.

In my Father’s house there are blessed saints,
Who His holy image bear;
They find in this their sweetest bliss,
That they may be with Him there.

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Forever with Jesus there,
Forever with Jesus there;
What grace divine, that He is mine!
And I shall be with Him there.

Rev. Arthur T. Pierson