There’s a land that is fair and gold­en,
Half its beau­ties will nev­er be told;
In its gran­deur and glo­ry fold­en,
I so long this fair land to be­hold.

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In that land, so fair and gold­en
There the sto­ry sweet and old­en,
Is the theme of an­gel bands,
In that glo­ry, gold­en land;
Sing, my soul, sing Amen.

In that land is a gold­en ci­ty,
With its walls built of cost­li­est stone;
Naught on earth can com­pare in beau­ty,
With that fair, gold­en heav­en­ly home.

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If to Je­sus we’re faith­ful ev­er,
We shall see all those glo­ries un­told;
And shall gaze on their God-like splen­dor,
Which our earth-sight can nev­er be­hold.

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