A Wonderful Place

There’s a bright home on high

We shall see by and by

Where no dark­ness nor sha­dow will be;

For God’s glo­ry will shine

With a bright­ness di­vine;

That bright home is for you and for me.

What a won­der­ful place

We shall see by His grace

With its man­sions and streets paved with gold;

In that bright home above

We shall rest in His love

While the years of eter­ni­ty roll.

There the streets

we are told

All are glit­ter­ing gold

White robed an­gels are sing­ing God’s praise;

And the saints catch the strain

Make it ec­ho again

Mighty chor­us of tri­umph they raise.

Oh

how sweet it will be

When those bright lights we see

Greeting dear ones who’ve gone on be­fore;

We will fall at His feet

And His prais­es re­peat

Blessèd Sav­ior we’ll love and adore.