There Is A Country Pure And Bright,
Where Pleasures Never Die;
A Region Of Unclouded Light,
Beyond The Starry Sky.
O Happy Land, O Holy Land,
Land Ever Bright And Fair;
When Shall I Join That Happy Band,
Who Worship Ever There?
Its Skies Are Not Like Earthly Skies,
Now Clear, Then Spread With Gloom;
The People Of That Clime Ne’er Die,
In Endless Life They Bloom.
All Those Who Reach That Land Of Rest
Shall Be From Sorrow Freed;
They’ll Lean Upon The Savior’s Breast,
On Living Pastures Feed.
Ah, When Shall I From Time Remove,
When Reach That Land So Fair?
When Will The Golden Chariot Come,
To Take Me Over There?
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