1 There is a land mine eye hath seen,
In visions of enraptured tho't,
So bright that all which spreads between
Is with its radiant fraught;
A land upon whose blissful shore
There rests no shadow, falls no stain,
There those who meet shall part no more,
And those long parted meet again.
2 Its skies are not like earthly skies,
With varying hues of shade and light,
It hath no need of suns to rise,
To disipate the gloom of night;
There sweeps no desolating wind,
A cross that calm, serene abode,
The wand'rer there a home shall find,
Within the Paradise of God.