Far away beyond the sha­dows
Of the world, with all its care,
There’s a land where glo­ri­ous sun­light ne­ver dies;
Where the Fa­ther has pre­pared for us
A man­sion bright and fair,
Where He sum­mons all His loved ones to the skies.

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Fair land of sun­shine, bright are thy skies;
To thee with long­ing I lift mine eyes;
Dear ones are call­ing, call­ing to me,
Waiting my com­ing ov­er the sea.

There the Sav­ior sits in glo­ry
On His throne of roy­al might,
While the an­gel hosts, ador­ing, round Him fall;
The tri­um­phant chor­us swell­ing,
From the se­raphs pure and bright,
As they hail the gen­tle Sav­ior Lord of all.

Refrain

There are ma­ny loved ones yon­der
Who will bid us wel­come home
When our jour­ney­ing and tri­als here are o’er;
And our spir­its shall be waft­ed
Safe across the swell­ing tide
To the gold­en strand of Hea­ven’s sun­lit shore.

Refrain

We shall glad­ly hear the mes­sage
When He bids us, Rise and come,
And we lay our ev­ery earth­ly bur­den down;
On an an­gel’s snowy pin­ions
We shall speed to yon bright home
And will wear the spot­less robe and heav’n­ly crown.

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