On joy­ful wings our rap­tured souls
Would mount and spread their flight,
And from Mount Pis­gah’s top be­hold
The land of pure de­light.

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Above the clouds, above the stars,
That heav’nly re­gion fair,
Where He, our Lord and Sav­ior, dwells,
Our home, our home is there.

Sweet vi­sions oft His love re­veals,
Of that di­vine abode;
And with His kind, pro­tect­ing hand,
He leads us on the road.

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O bless­èd hope that bears us up,
And stills each throb of care!
The night will pass, the morn will come,
And we shall soon be there.

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