There is a blessed home (Samuel Sebastian Wesley)

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  • (Posted 2009-12-26)  CPDL #20685:         
Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2009-12-26).   Score information: A4, 1 page, 20 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: Revised files uploaded 23/11/16.
  • (Posted 2007-11-14)  CPDL #15415:         
Editor: John Henry Fowler (submitted 2007-11-14).   Score information: A4, 1 page, 23 kB   Copyright: Public Domain
Edition notes: SATB version in English from Cyber Hymnal™.

General Information

Title: There is a blessed home
Composer: Samuel Sebastian Wesley
Tune: Hawarden
Lyricist: Henry Williams Baker

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: SacredHymn   Meter: 66. 66. D

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

First published:
Description: Setting of verses written in 1861.

External websites:

Original text and translations

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1. There is a blessed home
 Beyond this land of woe,
 Where trials never come,
 Nor tears of sorrow flow;
 Where faith is lost in sight,
 And patient hope is crowned,
 And everlasting light
 Its glory throws around.

2. There is a land of peace,
 Good angels know it well,
 Glad songs that never cease
 Within its portals swell;
 Around its glorious throne
 Ten thousand saints adore
 Christ, with the Father one
 and Spirit, evermore.

3. O joy all joys beyond,
 To see the Lamb who died,
 And count each sacred wound
 In hands, and feet, and side;
 To give to him the praise
 Of every triumph won,
 And sing through endless days
 The great things he hath done.

4. Look up, ye saints of God,
 Nor fear to tread below
 The path your Saviour
 Trod Of daily toil and woe;
 Wait but a little while
 In uncomplaining love
 His own most gracious smile
 Shall welcome you above.