I’ve read of a world of beauty
Where there is no gloomy night,
While love is the mainspring of duty,
And God is the fountain of light.
I long, I long, I long to be there;
I long, I long, I long to be there.
I’ve read of its flowing river,
That bursts from beneath the throne,
And beautiful trees that ever
Are found on its banks alone.
I long for that world of light,
To breathe in its balmy air,
To walk with the Lamb in white,
And sing with the angels there.