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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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