Oh, for the Bliss of Heaven
The roseate hues of early dawn,The brightness of the day,
The crimson of the sunset sky,
How fast they fade away;
Oh, for the pearly gates of heaven;
Oh, for the golden floor;
Oh, for the Sun of Righteousness,
The setteth nevermore!
The highest hopes we cherish here,
How fast they tire and faint;
How many a spot defiles the robe
That wraps an earthly saint;
Oh, for a heart that never sins;
Oh, for a soul washed white;
Oh, for a voice to praise our King,
Nor weary day or night!
Here faith is ours, and heavenly hope,
And grace to lead us higher;
But there are perfectness and peace
Beyond our best desire.
Oh, by Thy love and anguish, Lord,
Oh, by Thy life laid down,
We have been purchased by Thy grace,
And hope to win a crown!
Mrs. C. F. Alexander
John 14:2-3 In my Father's house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again, and receive you unto myself; that where I am, there ye may be also.