In fan­cy we pic­ture that beau­ti­ful land,
With its wa­ters of crys­tal so clear;
With long­ing we think of the bright an­gel band,
And the time its sweet mu­sic we’ll hear.

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In fancy we pic­ture that beau­ti­ful land
Where the glo­ri­ous Lamb is the light;
How hap­py we’ll be when up there we shall stand,
And for aye in His prais­es unite!

In fan­cy we pic­ture the throne of our God,
And the splen­dor sur­round­ing it there;
For Heav­en’s fair courts has no earth­ly one trod,
Or be­held all their beau­ties so rare.

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We can­not tell tru­ly of Heav­en, our home,
Tho’ we strive while we live thro’ the years;
We can­not know tru­ly till God calls us Come
To that land where there’ll be no more tears.

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