1 O Land of the blessed! thy shadowless skies
Sometimes in my dreaming I see;
I hear the glad songs that the glorified sing,
Steal over Eternity’s sea;
Tho’ dark are the shadows that gather between,
I know that thy morning is fair;
I catch but a glimpse of thy glory and light,
And whisper: “Would God I were there!”
2 Dear home of my Father, thou City of peace,
No shadow of changing can mar;
How glad are the souls that have tasted thy joy!
How blest thine inhabitants are!
When weary of toiling, I think of the day—
Who knows if its dawning be near?—
When He who doth love me shall call me away
From all that hath burdened me here.
Source: The Bright Array #49
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|The Cyber Hymnal #10504||O, Land of the Blessed!||O land of the blessèd! thy shadowless skies||KAWASAKI||Emily H. Miller||18.104.22.168 D||<cite>Song Life</cite> by Philip Phillips (New York: Harper & Brothers, 1872)|