There is a blessed home (Samuel Sebastian Wesley)

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  • CPDL #20685:         
Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2009-12-26).   Score information: A4, 1 page, 20 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: Revised files uploaded 23/11/16. MusicXML source file(s) in compressed .mxl format.
  • CPDL #15415:          
Editor: John Henry Fowler (submitted 2007-11-14).   Score information: A4, 1 page, 23 kB   Copyright: Public Domain
Edition notes: SATB version in English from Cyber Hymnal™ - File Sizes: PDF: 23 KB, MIDI: 2 KB, NoteWorthy Composer: 1 KB

General Information

Title: There is a blessed home
Composer: Samuel Sebastian Wesley
Tune: Hawarden
Lyricist: Henry Williams Baker

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: SacredHymn   Meter: 66. 66. D

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

First published:

Description: Setting of verses written in 1861.

External websites:

Original text and translations

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1. There is a blessed home
   Beyond this land of woe,
   Where trials never come,
   Nor tears of sorrow flow;
   Where faith is lost in sight,
   And patient hope is crowned,
   And everlasting light
   Its glory throws around.

2. There is a land of peace,
   Good angels know it well,
   Glad songs that never cease
   Within its portals swell;
   Around its glorious throne
   Ten thousand saints adore
   Christ, with the Father one
   and Spirit, evermore.

3. O joy all joys beyond,
   To see the Lamb who died,
   And count each sacred wound
   In hands, and feet, and side;
   To give to him the praise
   Of every triumph won,
   And sing through endless days
   The great things he hath done.

4. Look up, ye saints of God,
   Nor fear to tread below
   The path your Saviour
   Trod Of daily toil and woe;
   Wait but a little while
   In uncomplaining love
   His own most gracious smile
   Shall welcome you above.