There’s a beau­ti­ful land on high,
To its glo­ries I fain would fly,
When by sor­row pressed down,
I long for my crown,
In that beau­ti­ful land on high.

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In that beau­ti­ful land I’ll be
From earth and its cares set free;
My Je­sus is there, He’s gone to pre­pare
A place in that land for me.

There’s a beau­ti­ful land on high,
And my kin­dred its bliss en­joy;
Methinks I now see how they’re wait­ing for me,
In that beau­ti­ful land on high.

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There’s a beau­ti­ful land on high,
And though here I oft weep and sigh,
My Je­sus hath said that no tears shall be shed
In that beau­ti­ful land on high.

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There’s a beau­ti­ful land on high,
Where we ne­ver shall say, Good­bye;
When ov­er the river we’re hap­py for ev­er
In that beau­ti­ful land on high.

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