Away with our sorrow and fear!
We soon shall have entered our home;
The city of saints shall appear,
The day of eternity come.
From earth we shall quickly remove,
To dwell in our native abode,
In mansions of glory above,
Prepared of our Father and God.Ah! who upon earth can conceive
The bliss that in heaven they’ll share,
And who this dark world would not leave
And cheerfully seek to be there,
Where Christ is the light and the sun,
And we by reflection shall shine,
With Him everlastingly one,
And bright in effulgence divine.’Tis good at thy word to be here,
Charles Wesley
’Tis better in thee to be gone,
And see thee in glory appear,
And rise to a share in thy throne:
All tears will be wiped from our eyes,
When thee we behold in the cloud,
And echo the joys of the skies,
And shout to the trumpet of God.
This hymn is from J. C. Ryle’s little book Spiritual Songs, published in 1849, when he was rector of Helmingham, Suffolk. The hymns Ryle selected were not found in the most common hymnbooks of the day.
Suggested tune: Green Fields.
Download a .pdf file of the hymnal.
Let not your heart be troubled: ye believe in God, believe also in me. In my Father’s house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you.
John 14:1-2
