I have heard of a land far away,
And its glo­ries no tongue can de­clare;
But its beau­ty hangs ov­er the way,
And with Je­sus I long to be there.

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To be there, to be there,
And with Je­sus, I long to be there;
To be there, to be there,
And with Je­sus, I long to be there.

There are fore­tastes of Hea­ven be­low,
There are mo­ments like joys of the blest;
But the splen­dors no mor­tal can know,
Of the land where the wea­ry shall rest.

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In that noon­tide of glo­ry so fair,
In the gleam of the ri­ver of life,
There are joys that the faith­ful shall share;
O how sweet­ly they rest from the strife!

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There the ran­somed with Je­sus abide
In the shade of the shel­ter­ing fold;
Evermore by Im­ma­nu­el’s side,
They shall dwell in the glo­ry un­told.

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