1 There’s a land of sweet rest,
For the worn and opprest,
No tongue half its glory can tell;
There no shadow of gloom,
To its ransomed can come,
Where they speak ne’er a parting farewell.

Refrain:
O sing of the land, sweet home of the blest,
Where sin or where sorrow ne’er trouble the breast,
I long for thy glories, O land of sweet rest,
I long, oh, I long to be there.

2 O that land of pure joy,
Where no troubles annoy,
O when shall I go there to be
In that beautiful land,
On whose bright golden strand,
Ever floweth the calm crystal sea. [Refrain]

3 Many loved ones have gone,
And have joined that glad throng,
Who swell the sweet anthem of love;
And they wait for me there,
Them to meet in my prayer,
In that home, bright, eternal above. [Refrain]