Oh, land re­lieved from sor­row!
Oh, land se­cure from tears!
Oh, res­pite on the mor­row
From all the toil of years!
To thee we hast­en ev­er,
To thee our steps as­cend,
Where dark­ness com­eth nev­er,
And joy shall nev­er end.

Oh, happy, holy portal
For God’s own blest elect;
Oh, re­gion, pure, im­mor­tal,
With bet­ter spring be­decked;
Thy pear­ly doors for ev­er
Their wel­come shall ex­tend,
Where dark­ness com­eth nev­er,
And joy shall nev­er end.

Oh, home where God the Fa­ther
Takes all His child­ren in;
Where Christ the Son shall ga­ther
The sin­ners saved from sin;
No night nor fear shall sev­er
A friend from any friend,
For dark­ness com­eth nev­er,
And joy shall nev­er end.

Rise, then, O bright­est morn­ing!
Come, then, tri­um­phant day
When in­to new ad­orn­ing
We change and pass away;
For so with firm en­dea­vor
Our spir­its glad­ly tend
Where dark­ness com­eth nev­er,
And joy shall nev­er end.