1 Oh, sing of that beautiful land!
Where life everlasting will be,
Where with crown, and with palms in your hand,
From the world and its cares set free.
Oh, sing of that beautiful land!
A land that no mortal hath seen,
So far from this earthly strand,
The river of death flows between,
So far from this earthly strand,
The river of death rolls between.

2 In visions my soul has been cheered
By the rays of that heavenly light;
The darkness of night disappeared
For the beams of that world so bright.
Its beauties forever are new;
Its treasures are fadeless and pure,
Its skies of celestial hue,
Its inmates alone are secure,
Its skies of celestial hue,
Its inmates alone are secure.

3 The joys of that land never fade,
The flowers are ever in bloom;
No sorrow that land can invade,
For it lies just beyond the tomb.
Oh, when will our spirit ascend,
To dwell in that beautiful climb!
Where pleasures will never end,
Beyond the dark sorrows of time,
Where pleasures will never end,
Beyond the dark sorrows of time.