There is a land by faith I’ve seen
Where skies no clouded regions know;
Where they know not the sorrows of time
And no shadows fall to blight the view.
That land no want has ever known,
Nor pain nor sickness nor distress;
There, Death, the last enemy, is slain;
There those who meet shall part no more,
And those long-parted meet again.
There’s a land far away...
Beyond these wild winds and gloomy skies,
Beyond Death’s cloudy portal,
There is a land where beauty never dies
And love becomes immortal;
A land whose light is never dimmed by shadow,
Whose fields are ever vernal,
Where nothing beautiful can ever fade,
But blooms for aye eternal.