A beau­ti­ful land by faith I see,
A land of rest, from sor­row free;
The home of the ran­somed, bright and fair,
And beau­ti­ful an­gels, too, are there.

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Will you go? Will you go?
Go to that beau­ti­ful land with me?
Will you go? Will you go?
Go to that beau­ti­ful land with me?

That beau­ti­ful land, Ci­ty of Light,
It ne’er has known the shades of night;
The glo­ry of God, the light of day
Hath driv­en the dark­ness far away.

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In vi­sions I see its streets of gold,
Its pear­ly gates I, too, be­hold;
The ri­ver of life, the crys­tal sea,
The am­bro­si­al fruit of life’s fair tree.

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The heav’n­ly throng ar­rayed in white,
In rap­ture range the plains of light;
And in one har­mo­ni­ous choir they praise
Their glo­ri­ous Sav­ior’s match­less grace.

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