There is a land where shines the light
Of God’s eter­nal love,
The sac­red realm of ho­ly joy,
The soul’s bright land above.

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O that love­ly land, the sum­mer land,
The land be­yond the Jor­dan’s strand;
O that love­ly, love­ly land,
The gold­en sum­mer land,
The soul’s bright land above.

There Christ the Lord tri­um­phant reigns,
And saints be­fore Him fall;
They shout aloud re­deem­ing grace,
And hail Him Lord of all.

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There tears are wiped from ev­ery eye,
And ev­ery pain is o’er;
And hearts that here in sor­row bled
Shall feel its throb no more.

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Tho’ faith may soar above the clouds
To reach that land so fair,
Yet who can tell the pure de­light
Of those who en­ter there?

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