That Beautiful Land

Verse 1

I have heard of a land On a far away strand, In the Bible the story is told, Where cares never come, Never darkness nor gloom, And nothing shall ever grow old.

Chorus

In that beautiful land, On the far away strand, No storms with their blasts ever frown; The street, I am told, is paved with pure gold, And the sun, it shall never go down.

Verse 2

There are evergreen trees That bend low in the breeze, And their fruitage is brighter than gold; There are harps for our hands, In that fairest of lands, And nothing shall ever grow old.

Verse 3

There’s a home in that land, At the Father’s right hand, There are mansions whose joys are untold; And perennial spring, Where the birds ever sing, And nothing shall ever grow old.