There’s a beau­ti­ful, beau­ti­ful land,
’Tis the home of the blest;
Where with Je­sus, a glo­ri­fied band,
They for­ev­er shall rest.

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Oh, that beau­ti­ful, beau­ti­ful land
Is for you and for me!
There to be with the glo­ri­fied band,
Oh, how sweet it will be!

In that land is the ci­ty of light,
Bright and fair, we are told:
All its man­sions are dazz­ling and white,
And its streets are of gold.

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There’s no need of the sun in that land,
For the Lamb is its light;
And He sits at His Fa­ther’s right hand,
Crowned with glo­ry and might.

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Oh, how glo­ri­ous and sweet it must be,
In that peace­ful ab­ode !
Where from sin and from mis­ery free,
We shall dwell with our God !

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There we hope ma­ny loved ones to meet,
And in te­nder em­brace
We in tri­umph each oth­er shall greet,
In that beau­ti­ful place.

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When we get to that home of the blest,
From all pain to be free,
And with Je­sus for­ev­er to rest,
Oh, how sweet it will be.

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