I do
not have great riches here
Nor
do I hold this world’s wealth dear
When
death draws nigh I’ll shed no tear
For
then the Lord will draw me near.
Sorrow
and pain we all shall know
As on
our weary ways we go,
But
over there we’ll find sweet peace
And
from our troubles full release.
If by
the Lord’s amazing grace
Someday
we see Him in that place
‘Twill
make the troubles of today
Forever
from us fly away.
Inside
the gates of that fair land
With
the redeemed we’ll take our stand.
All
tribulation left behind
A grand
reward we then shall find.
Possessions
sought by men below
Will
never to that sweet land go,
That’s
why we’re told to set our heart
On Heav’n
whence we will ne’er depart.
O brother
have you made your plans
To live
with Him in that fair land?
Get
ready now, O do not wait!
Time
comes when it will be too late.
H.
L. Gradowith
11-07-2001
Gradowiths
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