There is a land of wondrous beauty,
living waters flow,
The Word of God to all has said it,
And it surely must be so.
And I’m going there some day,
Some day, some day,
I am going there to stay
No tears are there, no blighting sorrow,
From the cruel hand of death;
No flowers fade, no summers perish
By the winter’s chilling breath.
There ransomed souls will give me welcome
And I shall enter in that city,
Never, never to go out.
I’ve loved ones there who passed before me,
They’ll rejoice to see me come,
But best of all, I’ll see my Savior,
Who will bid me