Scripture Verse

There remaineth…a rest to the people of God. Hebrews 4:9


Words & Mu­sic: Ed­die L. Fair­cloth, in the Ca­rol Crown, by James D. Vaugh­an et al. (Law­rence­burg, Ten­nes­see: James D. Vaugh­an, 1915), num­ber 16 (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pho­to of Fair­cloth (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),


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.