Hymn Information
There is a Calm
view music
Lyrics
There is a calm beyond life's fitful fever,
A deep repose, an everlasting rest;
Where whiterobed angels welcome the believer
Among the blest, among the blest.
There is a Home, where all the soul's deep yearnings,
And silent pray'rs shall be at last fulfilled;
Where strife and sorrow, murm'rings and heart burnings
At last are stilled, at last are stilled.
There is a Hope, to which the Christian, clinging;
Is lifted high above life's surging wave;
Finds life in death, and fadeless flowers springing
From the dark grave, from the dark grave.
There is a Crown prepared for those who love Him;
The Christian see it in the distance shine,
Like a bright beacon glittering above him,
And whispers, "Mine!" and whispers, "Mine!"
There is a spotless Robe of Christ's own weaving;
Will you not wrap it round your sinstained soul?
Poor wand'ring child, upon thy past life grieving,
Christ makes thee whole, Christ makes thee whole!
There is a Home, a Harp, a Crown in Heaven;—
Alas! that any should Thy gift refuse!—
The awful choice of life and death is given—
Which wilt thou choose? which wilt thou choose?
A deep repose, an everlasting rest;
Where whiterobed angels welcome the believer
Among the blest, among the blest.
There is a Home, where all the soul's deep yearnings,
And silent pray'rs shall be at last fulfilled;
Where strife and sorrow, murm'rings and heart burnings
At last are stilled, at last are stilled.
There is a Hope, to which the Christian, clinging;
Is lifted high above life's surging wave;
Finds life in death, and fadeless flowers springing
From the dark grave, from the dark grave.
There is a Crown prepared for those who love Him;
The Christian see it in the distance shine,
Like a bright beacon glittering above him,
And whispers, "Mine!" and whispers, "Mine!"
There is a spotless Robe of Christ's own weaving;
Will you not wrap it round your sinstained soul?
Poor wand'ring child, upon thy past life grieving,
Christ makes thee whole, Christ makes thee whole!
There is a Home, a Harp, a Crown in Heaven;—
Alas! that any should Thy gift refuse!—
The awful choice of life and death is given—
Which wilt thou choose? which wilt thou choose?
Uploaded on June 12th, 2024 at 12:02pm and has 59 views!
You can be the first!