’Tis a good­ly plea­sant land
That we pil­grims jour­ney thro’,
And our Fa­ther’s con­stant bless­ings
Fall around us like the dew;
But its sun­shine and its beau­ty
To our hearts no joy can bring,
Like the splen­dors that await us
In the pa­lace of the King.
In this good­ly plea­sant land
Only stran­gers now are we,
For we seek a bet­ter coun­try,
And ’tis where we long to be;
Yes, we long to swell the an­them
That for­ev­er­more shall ring,
From the pure in heart made per­fect
In the pa­lace of the King.

Refrain

O the pa­lace of the King
Royal pa­lace of the King;
Where our Fa­ther in His mer­cy
All the ran­somed ones will bring;
Where our sor­rows and our tri­als
Like a dream will pass away,
And our souls shall dwell for­ev­er
In the realms of end­less day.

Our Re­deem­er is the King;
What a sa­cri­fice He made,
When He pur­chased our re­demp­tion,
And His blood the ran­som paid;
In His cross shall be our glo­ry,
To that bless­èd cross we’ll cling,
Till we reach the gates that op­en,
To the pa­lace of the King.
We shall see Him bye and bye,
Hallelujah to His name!
Thro’ the blood of His atone­ment,
Life eter­nal we may claim;
We shall cast our crown be­fore Him
And our songs of vic­to­ry sing,
When we en­ter in tri­um­phant
To the pa­lace of the King.

Refrain