In the beautiful World
Where God dwells on high,
There are millions of children,
Who no more shall die.
The flowerets of earth,
The lambs of the fold,
Who were tenderly gathered,
From winter's bleak cold.
And the children all sing
A wonderful song,
While the babes sweetly lisp,
"To God we belong !''
And the Shepherd gathers
His lambs to His breast;
And smoothes their bright tresses,
As He lulls them to rest.
For the great loving Father
Guards each lamb with care,
And the glories of Heaven,
The children all share.
Oh! in God's perfect land
Are scenes of such joy
For there is no more pain,
Or earth's sad annoy.
There are mansions and cities
In God's shining Fold
Not half of its glories
To earth have been told!
