There is a land of pure delight,
Where trouble ne­ver mars;
But joy and peace for­ev­er reign,
’Tis the land just over the stars.

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Just over the stars,
Just over the stars,
The blood washed throng
Will sing Sweet home,
In that land just over the stars.
Just over the stars,
Just over the stars,
We soon shall stand with that angel band,
In that land just over the stars.

Our Sav­ior there at last we’ll meet,
When we shall cross the bars;
He’ll bid us welcome home up there,
In that land just over the stars.

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We’ll sing and shout with that glad throng,
When safe from Satan’s wars;
And praise our Sav­ior ev­er­more,
In that land just over the stars.

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