…Not On This World…

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
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