There is a world to come

There is a world to come,Blessed and pure;It is the Christian's home,Long to endure.O 't is a world most bright,No more death, nor woe, nor night,Faith views it with delight,Knowing 't is sure.

There Jesus Christ shall reign,All glorious King!There music's rapturous strainEver will ring:Saints, who in ages by,Suffered, and were called to die,There in sweet harmony,Anthems will sing.

O, 'twill be paradise,Eden restored;All beauteous in their eyesWho love the word:Wastes, that are now so drear,Like the rose shall blossom there,And be a garden fair,As saith the Lord.

There life's unfading treeWill bloom most fair,And immortalityIts leaves shall bear;While a pure stream will flow,And a joy no mortals knowWill to each soul bestowWho enters there.

O, that bright world to come!Tongue cannot tellHow blessed is the homeWhere saints will dwell;Turn then from sin away,And the word of God obey,Then at the last great day,All will be well.