There is a land which lies afar,
Where grief is all unknown;
A land wherein the angels sing
Around the heav’nly throne.
O ’twill be sweet when we shall meet
Upon that distant shore,
Whereon the glorious sun ne’er sets,
But shines forevermore,
But shines forevermore.
We are but pilgrims on the earth,
And brief our sojourn here;
But well we know when hence we go,
There is a brighter sphere.
There is a realm of boundless love,
A goal for hearts distrest,
Where all may find for endless years
A home among the blest.
Words arr./Geo.C. Stebbins