When we come to Ed­en’s bloom­ing fields,
Where there are no sad fare­wells,
We’ll to Je­sus ren­der glad­some praise
Throughout ev­er­last­ing days.

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Sweet fields all ar­rayed,
With foun­tains and ev­er­green;
The Lamb shall be praised,
And there we with Him shall reign.

In that land where gold­en harps shall ring,
And the glo­ri­fied shall sing,
Where the Lord in glad paths leads His own,
And no pain shall e’er be known.

Refrain

Sweetly falls up­on your ear His voice—
Gladly hear it and re­joice;
Why not choose the path to Hea­ven’s shore,
And be blest for ev­er­more?

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