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Posted By: Charley Noble
17-May-11 - 07:51 AM
Thread Name: BS: The Rapture: Saturday May 21st 2011
Subject: RE: BS: The Rapture: Saturday May 21st 2011
Here's an appropriate song from the draft Housing Songbook:

Words and music by F. M. Lehman, 1914

No Disappointment in Heaven

There's no disappointment in heaven,
No weariness, sorrow or pain;
No hearts that are bleeding or broken,
No song with a minor refrain;
The clouds of our earthly horizon
Will never appear in the sky,
For all will be sunshine and gladness,
With never a sob nor a sigh.

Chorus:

I'm bound for that beautiful city,
My Lord has prepared for His own;
Where all the redeemed of all ages
Sing "glory" around the white throne;
Sometimes I grow homesick for heaven,
And the glories I there shall behold:
What a joy that will be when my Savior I see,
In that beautiful city of gold.


We'll never pay rent for our mansion,
The taxes will never come due;
Our garments will never grow threadbare,
But always be fadeless and new;
We'll never be hungry nor thirsty,
Nor languish in poverty there,
For all the rich bounties of heaven
His sanctified children will share. (CHO)

They'll never be crepe on the doorknob,
No funeral train in the sky;
No graves on the hillsides of glory,
For there we shall nevermore die;
The old will be young there forever,
Transformed in a moment of time;
Immortal we'll stand in His likeness,
The stars and the sun to outshine. (CHO)

Notes:

After hearing the line "We'll never pay rent for our mansion," recalled by folk singer Jean Ritchie, I knew I'd never rest until I found all the words to this hymn. However, after months of fruitless search, leafing through countless gospel hymnals, I almost gave up hope. Then a friend of mine, Gunther Schmidt of Michigan, turned up no less than three copies of the song in his personal library.

The song was written by F. M. Lehman and was first published in Rodeheaver's Gospel Songs, 1922, pp. 34-35. I prefer singing it to the tune of the Victorian tear-jerker "The Lightning Express" but take your choice.

Hallelujah,
Charley Noble