After While

As I con­tem­plate life’s jour­ney

Thro’ a world of sin and strife

There’s a thought that steals up­on me

Whisp’ring joy af­ter while.

After while

aft­er while

Some sweet day aft­er while

Blest will be the way­worn pil­grims

Some sweet day aft­er while.

’Tis a thought of migh­ty won­der

Clad in forms of sac­red style

To behold the things eter­nal

That shall be aft­er while.

After while

aft­er while

Some sweet day af­ter while

We shall view eter­nal re­gions

Some sweet day aft­er while.

What shall be the scenes that greet us?

Shall we view them with a smile?

What shall be the joys and sor­rows?

O just think aft­er while.

After while

aft­er while

Some sweet day aft­er while

Bliss the Christ­ian’s ha­bi­ta­tion

Some sweet day aft­er while.

Then we’ll know of high­er great­ness

Than the world hath ere com­piled;

Then we’ll rest from all our la­bors

Some sweet day aft­er while.

After while

aft­er while

Some sweet day aft­er while

We shall rest from all our la­bors

Some sweet day aft­er while.