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1 There is a country pure and bright,
Where pleasures never die;
A region of unclouded light,
Beyond the starry sky.
O happy land, O holy land,
Land ever bright and fair;
When shall I join that happy band,
Who worship ever there?
2 Its skies are not like earthly skies,
Now clear, then spread with gloom;
The people of that clime ne’er die,
In endless life they bloom. [Refrain]
3 All those who reach that land of rest
Shall be from sorrow freed;
They’ll lean upon the Savior’s breast,
On living pastures feed. [Refrain]
4 Ah, when shall I from time remove,
When reach that land so fair?
When will the golden chariot come,
To take me over there? [Refrain]Source: The Cyber Hymnal #12321