Far, far beyond the starry sky

1 Far, far beyond the starry sky
There is a blessed land,
By faith we see its mountains rise
As made by God's own hand,
O happy land of fairest flow'rs!
Eternal joys and bliss
Await the weary wanderer,
Sweet rest and happiness.

2 No words of man can ever tell
The joys so full and free;
Yet yearnings fill my longing soul
In that fair land to be.
Tho' pain and sorry here my lot,
I know they shall depart,
For rays of faith and hope, O Lord,
Illume my longing heart.

3 Its glorious gates are open wide
To all who trust the Lord;
Who consecrate their lives to Him—
Accept His precious Word.
In silent penitential tears
Confess their guilt and sin,
Peace to the weary wand'ring heart
The Lord now gives within.

4 'Tis but a little while on earth
Where fleeting time shall cease;
But ever on that blessed shore
Shall reign eternal peace.
The yoke of sin we've cast behind,
O grasp this truth, my heart!
When the redeemed shall meet above
And there shall never part.

Source: The Christian Hymnary. Bks. 1-4 #586