WHEN WE REACH OUR PEACEFUL DWELLING

When we reach our peaceful dwelling
On the strong, eternal hills,
And our praise to Him is swelling,
Who the vast creation fills;
When the path of prayer, and duty,
And affliction, all are trod,
And we wake and see the beauty
Of our Saviour and our God:

With the light of resurrection,
When our changed bodies glow,
And we gain the full perfection
Of the bliss begun below;
When the life the flesh obscureth
In each radiant form shall shine,
And the joy that aye endureth
Flashes forth in beams divine.

Shall the memory be banished
Of His kindness and His care,
When the wants and woes are vanished,
Which He loved to soothe and share?
All the way by which He led us,
All the grievings which He bore,
All the patient love He taught us,
Shall we think of them no more?

We shall read the tender meaning
Of the sorrows and alarms,
As we trod the desert, leaning
On His everlasting arms;
And His rest will be the dearer
When we think of weary ways,
And His light will shine the clearer
As we muse on cloudy days.

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O 'twill be a glorious morrow
To a dark and stormy day
When we smile upon our sorrow,
And the storms have passed away.