Far away beyond the shadows
Of the world, with all its care,
There’s a land where glo­ri­ous sunlight ne­ver dies;
Where the Fa­ther has pre­pared for us
A mansion bright and fair,
Where He summons all His loved ones to the skies.

Refrain

Fair land of sunshine, bright are thy skies;
To thee with longing I lift mine eyes;
Dear ones are call­ing, call­ing to me,
Waiting my com­ing ov­er the sea.

There the Sav­ior sits in glo­ry
On His throne of roy­al might,
While the angel hosts, ador­ing, round Him fall;
The triumphant cho­rus swell­ing,
From the seraphs pure and bright,
As they hail the gen­tle Sav­ior Lord of all.

Refrain

There are many loved ones yon­der
Who will bid us wel­come home
When our jour­ney­ing and trials here are o’er;
And our spirits shall be waft­ed
Safe across the swell­ing tide
To the gold­en strand of Hea­ven’s sun­lit shore.

Refrain

We shall gladly hear the mes­sage
When He bids us, Rise and come,
And we lay our ev­ery earth­ly bur­den down;
On an angel’s snowy pin­ions
We shall speed to yon bright home
And will wear the spot­less robe and heav’n­ly crown.

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