There remaineth…a rest to the people of God. Hebrews 4:9
I love that land, that holy land;
I love that land, where saints shall go;
I love that land, that beautiful land,
Where beautiful streams ne’er cease to flow.
O beautiful land, sweet home of the blest,
O beautiful land, sweet home of rest.
That heav’nly land is bright and fair,
A pearly gate to enter there;
A city there, with beauties so rare,
And heavenly treasures everywhere.
Yes, I am told of streets of gold,
In that fair land of joys untold;
Redeemed ones there forever shall dwell,
And heavenly praise shall ever roll.
To that blest land I long to go,
Where pain nor sorrow come no more;
There songs of praises ever shall flow,
Our Savior’s dear name we will adore.