| Song | O There’s A Better World On High |
| Album | The Christian Hymn Book |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
| Writer(s) | A. Campbell And Others |
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| Tags | O There’s A Better World On High |
| Theme(s) | The Hope Of Eternal Life |
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O There’s A Better World On High;
Hope On, Thou Pious Breast;
Faint Not, Thou Traveller; On The Sky
Thy Weary Feet Shall Rest.
Anguish May Rend Each Vital Part;
Poor Man, Thy Strength How Frail!
Yet Heaven’s Own Strength Shall Shield Thy Heart,
When Flesh And Heart Shall Fail.
Through Death’s Dark Vale, Of Deepest Shade,
Thy Feet Must Surely Go;
Yet There, Even There, Walk Undismayed;
’Tis Thy Last Scene Of Woe.
Thy God—And With The Tenderest Hand
Shall Guard The Traveller Through;
“Hail!” Shalt Thou Cry: “Hail! Promised Land!
And, Wilderness, Adieu!”
O Father, Make Our Souls Thy Care,
And Bring Us Safe To Thee;
Wherever Thou Art We Ask Not Where
But There ’Tis Heaven To Be.
