1.

Each heart is now rejoicing
in heavenly accord.
The light that’s gained through suff ’ring
brings content from the Lord.
Now Zion’s cloud of witnesses
beckons unto me.
With body and with soul I
desire with Him to be.

Chorus:

Zion, thou place of peace—
In thee God’s saints shall ever
From all their sorrows cease.

2.

By faith I gain a glimpse of
the place where Jesus dwells.
My rev’rence is so deep when
this thought within me wells.
There holiness is reigning,
and love does e’er abide;
There all life’s hidden myst’ries
by Him are clarified.

3.

Here summer, rain and sunshine,
each lovely autumn day,
And winter with its gladness
all quickly fade away.
Here parents, children, loved ones
are torn apart by death;
Each flower that you care for
soon wilts as by a breath.

4.

This world and all its glory
is but deceit so vain.
We see this, O so clearly;
each day God makes it plain.
We therefore gather treasure
where no corruption is.
God dwells not in the temp’ral;
does it not realize this?

Written in 1915 by Johan O. Smith (published in 1920)Composed by Henry BishopText © Stiftelsen Skjulte Skatters ForlagNorway ⋅ D