Sweet Surprises

Sweet sur­pris­es wait the Christ­ian

In the Fa­ther’s home on high;

Music

earth­ly ear hath heard not

Scenes

too bright for mor­tal eye.

Let us hear the Spir­it

whis­per­ing

Of the heav’n­ly joys to come;

Live by faith in Him who saved us

Till we reach that glo­ri­ous home.

Loftiest flights of hu­man fan­cy

Cannot grasp a sin­gle trace;

Of the Heav’n pre­vail­ing glo­ry

Beaming from the Sav­ior’s face.

Brighter than the pierc­ing sun rays

Clearer than the moon’s pure light

Is the glo­ry

grand

eter­nal

Of that land that knows no night.