Beyond the pale of sin and woe,
Where hearts are wrung and sad and sore,
A lot of jobs will have to go,
For they won’t get inside the door.
And I am thankful over there,
A lot of things so hard to bear,
The good great God won’t make us share.
The sting of death that lays men low,
I’m thankful God will not restore.
The wisdom Eve so sought to know,
Will never plague us evermore.

Won’t it be grand to feel and see,
A happy land where none will steal.
There we can trust eternally
And never get a crooked deal.
I want to live up there, don’t you?
I want my neighbor up there too,
That raptured scene I love to view,
I want to be one God would seal,
Among that ransomed host to be
It seems to me I’d love to feel
The home love of Gods family.