The city had no need of the sun, neither of the moon, to shine in it: for the glory of God did lighten it, and the Lamb is the light thereof.@Revelation 21:23

Robert Crosbie, in Melodies of Grace and Truth, edited by Robert F. Beveridge (Lawrence, Massachusetts/Glasgow, Scotland: William McEwan/R. F. Beveridge, 1908) (🔊 pdf nwc).

To that summer land up yonder
Where the angels ever sing
Hallelujahs to the Savior,
Sweet hosannahs to the King;
We are marching swiftly onward,
Guided by a Father’s hand,
Thro’ this world of sin and sorrow
To that happy summer land.

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Oh, the joy when we get there,
Golden crowns of life to wear,
In that happy land so fair,
In that summer land up yonder.

To that summer land up yonder
Some are going every day,
And the time is drawing nearer
When we, too, shall go away;
We are going straight to Jesus,
There to join the ransomed band,
We will praise His name for ever
In that happy summer land.

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In that summer land up yonder
There’s a place prepared for all
Who are trusting in the Savior,
Who will listen to His call;
And the happy time is coming
When the Lord shall give command,
And we’ll leave this world for ever
For that happy summer land.

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