In dreams I see the heav’nly land,
With ver­dant vales on ei­ther hand;
Bathed in the sun­shine of a day,
As fair, as sweet as those of May.
A day that ends not, and I hear
Glad voic­es ring­ing far and near
With sweet­er songs than earth can know,
The heav’n­ly songs that haunt us so.

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O land of God, so fair, so bright!
O land in which there is no night!
I dream of thee, and dream­ing, pray
That I may wake in thee some day;
I dream of thee, and dream­ing, pray
That I may wake in thee some hap­py day.

Thro’ gates ajar my ea­ger feet
Go in to tread the gold­en street;
And pro­phets, priests, and kings I see
A grand and good­ly com­pa­ny,
And in the midst, a great white throne
I see, and Him who sits there­in;
And oh, the awe that comes to me,
When God’s face in my dreams I see.

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Then comes a low still voice to me;
Wouldst thou be of this com­pa­ny
Thou seest in thy dreams, and sing
The songs of Heav’n be­fore the King?
Then live, and dare, and do for God,
And by and by, earth’s jour­ney trod,
Thou shalt go in be­yond the gate
And claim an heir of God’s es­tate.

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