Oh, land relieved from sorrow!
Oh, land secure from tears!
Oh, respite on the morrow
From all the toil of years!
To thee we hasten ever,
To thee our steps as­cend,
Where darkness cometh ne­ver,
And joy shall ne­ver end.

Oh, happy, holy portal
For God’s own blest elect;
Oh, region, pure, immortal,
With better spring bedecked;
Thy pearly doors for ever
Their welcome shall extend,
Where darkness cometh ne­ver,
And joy shall ne­ver end.

Oh, home where God the Fa­ther
Takes all His children in;
Where Christ the Son shall gather
The sinners saved from sin;
No night nor fear shall sever
A friend from any friend,
For darkness cometh ne­ver,
And joy shall ne­ver end.

Rise, then, O brightest morning!
Come, then, triumphant day
When into new adorning
We change and pass away;
For so with firm endeavor
Our spirits gladly tend
Where darkness cometh ne­ver,
And joy shall ne­ver end.