The better home.

THERE is a home beyond the vale, By faith I clearly see; There harmony doth never fail, Yet all are ever free. There my poor wandering soul shall rest, By hope I feel it mine; Where I shall be forever blest, Among the blest to shine.

There all who will may find a home, By love to him who died, To save the lost and they who roam O'er earth without a guide.

There, all who sorrow here below, With joy shall find all joy; Tears for sorrow we shall not know, For naught can there annoy.

There all who hate shall never come, For peace doth reign supreme; The good, the pure all love that home, For love is all their theme.