 | Poems by John Howard Bryant |  |
225
HYMN.
There is a life of endless bliss,
Far in the spirit sphere,
A better home by far than this,
Of purer love than here.
Far in the spirit sphere,
A better home by far than this,
Of purer love than here.
Peace, like a river broad and deep,
O'erflows that happy land,
And gales of heavenly rapture sweep
Along its blooming strand.
O'erflows that happy land,
And gales of heavenly rapture sweep
Along its blooming strand.
Celestial mansions, bright and fair,
In glorious grandeur rise,
The gardens of the Lord are there,—
The vales of paradise.
In glorious grandeur rise,
The gardens of the Lord are there,—
The vales of paradise.
O let us tread the blessed road
Of goodness, truth and love,
Led by the spirit of our God,
To that pure home above.
Of goodness, truth and love,
Led by the spirit of our God,
To that pure home above.
| Poems by John Howard Bryant | |