Hymnal: The Christian Hymnal
Date: 1871
Compiler: Under direction of the Christian Hymn-Book Committee
Publisher/Printer: Bosworth Chase & Hall
First Line: Upon the frontier of this shadowy land
Topic: Present and Future/Heaven
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer: T Hastings
Meter: PM
Tune: Frontier
Hymn Number: 778
Page Number: 291, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsUp-on the fron-tier of this shadowy land,
We, pil-grims from e-ter-nal sorrow stand;
What realm lies forward, with its happier store
Of forests green and deep,
Of valleys hushed in sleep
And lakes most peaceful?
'T is the land of Evermore.
Ver-y far off its marble cit-ies seem-
Ver-y far off-beyond our sensual dream-
Its woods, unruffled by the wild wind's roar:
Yet does the turbulent surge
Howl on its very-y verge.
One moment-and we breathe within the Evermore.
They whom we loved and lost so long ago,
Dwell in those cities far from mortal woe-
Haunt those fresh woodlands, whence sweet carolings soar.
Eternal peace have they:
God wipes their tears away:
They drink that river of life which flows for Evermore.
Thither we hasten through these re-gions dim;
But, lo! the wide wings of the seraphim
Shine in the sunset! On that joyous shore
Our lightened hearts shall know
The life of long ago:
The sorrow-burdened path shall fade for Evermore.