In that far distant land where the angels of light,
Are resplendent with glo­ry no mortal hath known,
Where the praise of the Lord is their holy delight,
As with melodies sweet, they encircle the throne.
I’ve a Sav­ior whose glo­ry outshines all beside,
From whose bosom the fullness of love ov­er­flows;
Who once visited earth and in bitterness died,
To redeem my dark soul from its sin and its woes.

In that far distant home where the angels of peace,
Are united in love, and where harmony reigns,
Where the Fa­ther of all, in His infinite grace
Sweetly smiles on the children His bounty sustains;
I’ve a mansion of bliss which my Sav­ior has giv’n,
Who with blood sealed my pardon and made me His own;
To partake of His fullness of glo­ry in Heav’n,
And to sit at His side on His beau­ti­ful throne.