1. Not far away it lieth, the land of peace and rest;
The long-sought "better country" God's promise to the blest,
The home with joys eternal, with Eden beauty bright,
That hath no pain or sorrow, no shadow and no night
Not far away it lieth, the land of peace and rest.
2. Not far away it lieth, the city wondrous fair,
Whose walls and firm foundations are built of jewels rare,
With gates of pearl resplendent, with streets of shining gold,
With tree of life unfading, and glories still untold
Not far away it lieth, the city wondrous fair.
3. Not far away it lieth, 'tis nearing day by day,
The borders of the Home-land, end of the Pilgrim way.
Only the rolling Jordan seems now to intervene,
Only the mists of morning, like shadows lie between
Not far away it lieth, 'tis nearing day by day.
4. Not far away it lieth, not far, "just over there,"
The "place" with "many mansions," Christ left us to prepare;
The veil that hides him from us, soon rent in twain will be,
And earth's long-absent Sovereign our longing eyes shall see
Not far away it lieth, not far, "just over there."
Miles, Ella Elizabeth. (Athol, Massachusetts, March 24, 1855--December 29, 1914, Holden, Mass.) Advent Christian. Daughter of W.W. Boyden and wife of James A. Miles, she began writing poems and hymns at the age of fifteen. Many of them appeared in early hymn books of her church.
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