This life is but a crowd­ed scene,
Of sor­row, pain, and care,
Where grief awaits us day by day,
And brings us much to bear;
But if we trust our Sav­ior dear,
He’ll make the way seem bright,
And when we die we’ll go to dwell,
In that fair land of light.

Refrain

Happy land, beau­ti­ful land,
Land here there is no night,
Happy land, beau­ti­ful land,
Blest land of sweet de­light.

If we but do our Sav­ior’s will,
He will our trou­bles bear;
Each bless­èd pro­mise He’ll ful­fill,
A robe of white we’ll wear;
We’ll en­ter at the gold­en gate,
Sweet Je­sus, sweet de­light;
And hap­py we will ev­er be,
In that fair land of light.

Refrain

We soon shall reach that shin­ing shore,
And be for­ev­er blest,
Sweet friends and kin­dred gone be­fore,
There sweet­ly we shall rest;
Rest in that far off bet­ter land,
Oh what a glo­ri­ous sight,
With all the shin­ing host to stand,
In that fair land of light.

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