Scripture Verse

My Father’s house. John 14:2


Words: Jo­shua J. Ex­cell, in Sing the Gos­pel, ed­it­ed by Ed­win O. Ex­cell & T. L. Flood (Chi­ca­go, Il­li­nois: E. O. Ex­cell, 1882).

Music: Mar­y­land Heights Jo­shua J. Ex­cell, 1882 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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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?