There is a land where dwellers sweetly rest,
Beyond the discord of earth’s stormy years;
Where heartaches never more shall vex the breast,
And God’s own hand shall wipe away all tears.
A better land where mortals reap in joy
The harvest sown in disappointment here;
Where love shall claim its own, nor fears annoy—
Where there is perfect love without a fear.
A joyous land, with music on the air,
Where angel voices swell the gladsome strain;
Bright gleams life’s river, softly flowing, fair;
There is no death in all that wide domain.