O Land of the Blessed!

Verse 1

O Land of the blessed! thy shadowless skies Sometimes in my dreaming I see; I hear the glad songs that the glorified sing, Steal over Eternity’s sea; Tho’ dark are the shadows that gather between, I know that thy morning is fair; I catch but a glimpse of thy glory and light, And whisper: “Would God I were there!”

Verse 2

Dear home of my Father, thou City of peace, No shadow of changing can mar; How glad are the souls that have tasted thy joy! How blest thine inhabitants are! When weary of toiling, I think of the day— Who knows if its dawning be near?— When He who doth love me shall call me away From all that hath burdened me here.