When this life is o’er on that bright, golden shore,
We shall worship the Savior we love;
Free from pain and care, endless blessings to share
In that beautiful, sweet home above.
O how happy we’ll be over death’s silent sea,
There to dwell with the ones gone before;
Praising Christ, our king, we forever shall sing,
When this life with its trials is o’er!
If we’re saved while here, we shall have not a fear,
When the reckoning day shall have come;
For around the throne He will crown us His own,
And will welcome to Heaven, our home.
When this life is o’er, we shall labor no more,
But from toiling and care sweetly rest;
We will loved ones meet and God’s praises repeat,
Ever safe with the pure and the blest.