O how light to the soul are its cross­es,
And how easy our bur­dens to bear,
When we think of that land over Jor­dan,
And the joy that will crown us there.

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O the bright morn­ing land,
The dear morn­ing land,
The land where all sor­row is o’er!
We shall sit be­neath the ray
Of a gold­en sum­mer day,
Where the sha­dows will re­turn no more.

O how light to the soul are its cross­es,
And the con­flicts and tri­als we meet;
We shall soon lay down them ov­er Jor­dan,
We shall lay them at Je­sus’ feet.

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O how light to the soul are its cross­es,
O the mer­cy of Je­sus, our friend!
We shall praise Him for all ov­er Jor­dan,
In our beau­ti­ful home be­yond.

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