There's Joys awaiting over yonder
White robes we'll wear up there;
There we'll rest from all our trials,
And praise our Lord forever more.
God will welcome all His children
We'll wave the Victor's Palm;
We'll praise and give the glory,
To our Redeemer the Precious Lamb.
There'll be no hurt, or sadness there
No more weeping, pain or sorrow;
We'll live with Jesus our best Friend,
Up there, where the joys will never end.
When our traveling days are over
We will rest forever more;
There are joys awaiting yonder,
On that happy golden shore.
Bernice Ward ŠJuly 2014
Psalms 16:11 (KJV)
Thou wilt shew me the path of life:
in thy presence [is] fulness of joy;
at thy right hand [there are]
pleasures for evermore.
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