There’s a land where ’tis morn­ing for­ev­er,
And no clouds ev­er dark­en the sky;
Those who meet in that land naught can sev­er;
There true friend­ship and love ne­ver die.

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O that land is my home;
Oft in dreams I its beau­ties be­hold;
And I think, as I roam,
Of the glo­ries that can­not be told.

There the ri­ver of life, ev­er flow­ing,
Keeps the hills and the vales bright and fair;
And the Sav­ior, His pre­sence be­stow­ing,
Fills with bliss ev­ery heart that is there.

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O how sweet when our war­fare is over,
And we pass from the scene of earth’s strife;
It will be in the land to dis­cov­er
Hearts we know to be true in this life.

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Sweeter still it will be with our Sav­ior,
In that land of His glo­ry to meet,
To re­joice in the light of His fa­vor,
With the glo­ri­fied saints at His feet.

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