A land of glo­ry lies above,
The home of joy and death­less love;
Where comes no suf­fer­ing, pain or woe:
There would I go, I long to go.

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The sum­mons will come, the sum­mons will come,
And the an­gel’s soft pin­ion shall car­ry me home:
To Je­sus’ arms, where naught alarms,
I long to go, I long to go.

Here sor­row comes with tear­ful eye,
We see com­pan­ions droop and die;
There none de­cay, nor ang­uish know—
There would I go, I long to go.

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There flow’rs more bright than Ed­en’s bloom,
To fill the air with sweet per­fume;
No scorch­ing heats, nor frost-blasts blow,
There would I go, I long to go.

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There sounds of rich­est mu­sic lave
The gold­en shore—a swell­ing wave—
No dis­cord mars the un­ceas­ing flow;
There would I go, I long to go.

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There high amidst the hap­py throng,
The theme of ev­ery rap­tured song,
My Je­sus see, His smile to know,
There would I go, I long to go.

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When shall I breathe the per­fumed air,
And gaze up­on those scenes so fair?
When safe­ly pass the last great foe?
Soon, soon I know; I long to go.

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