O Happy Land

1 O happy land of Paradise,
The soul’s eternal rest!
We long to gain our heav’nly home,
We long to gain our heav’nly home,
And be forever blest.
To walk the streets of gold,
Before His face to fall,
To lay our trophies down
And hail Him King of all.

2 Ere we my enter paradise
Our hearts must be made white;
No sin can mar that holy place,
No sin can mar that holy place
Where angels, robed in light,
The face of God behold,
And man’s Redeemer see
And marvel at the sight
Of spotless purity.

3 Soon we shall meet in Paradise
To sorrow nevermore,
And see the Suff’rer’s wounded head,
And see the Suff’rer’s wounded head,
The crown of thorns that bore;
And with the countless throng
Of shining legions fall
Before the nail-scarred feet
Of Jesus, King of all.

4 O blessed home in Paradise
Beyond death’s wintry tide!
O blissful sight to view the form,
O blissful sight, to view the form
Of Christ the Crucified,
And with His ransomed host
In adoration fall,
In His own Paradise
To crown Him King of all!

Source: Sunshine No. 2: songs for the Sunday school #72

• MIDI file from Sunshine No. 2: songs for the Sunday school #72