Beyond the sha­dow-land there lies
A per­fect home called Pa­ra­dise;
There all the an­gels sing the praise
Of Him whose mer­cy crowns our days.

Refrain

Some gold­en day, by sav­ing grace,
We shall be­hold our Sav­ior’s face,
And we shall clasp His lov­ing hand,
And sing, be­yond the sha­dow land.

Beyond the sha­dow-land await
Our friends and loved ones at the gate;
They watch and wait for us to come,
That they may bid us wel­come home.

Refrain

Beyond the sha­dow-land ere long,
The saved shall sing the glad new song;
And there abide for­ev­er­more
With Him whom now we all adore.

Refrain