Far, Far Away (EN 4359)

1

Far, far away, there’s a many-mansioned dwelling,

Where the Savior waits to welcome the dear souls for whom He died;

All across the darksome valley, I can hear their anthems swelling,

And amid the golden glory I can see them by His side.

In the home so far away.

2

Far, far away, there’s a haven deep and quiet,

Where the noiseless waves lie sleeping on the mountain-sheltered shore,

Where the surges never enter, where no stormy tempests riot,

Where the sails are furled forever and the ship goes out no more,

From the haven far away.

3

Onward I travel, in gladness or in sorrow,

Across these trackless waters, with His love to cheer me through;

And as every sunset closes, I can fancy that the morrow

Will fire the heav’nly mountains, with the haven full in view

And no longer far away.