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What though my joys and comfort die?
The Lord my savior liveth.
What though the darkness gather round?
Songs in the night he giveth.

(My Life Flows On In Endless Song)

The better land

There is a land, a better land than this

Published in 16 hymnals

Representative Text

1 There is a land, a better land than this,
There's my home, there's my home!
A land of pure, unbounded, perfect bliss,
There's my home, there's my home.
A captive on this desert shore,
I long to count my exile o'er,
And be where sorrows come no more;
There's my home, there's my home.

2 Far, far I am from my own happy shore,
I would go, I would go;
But yet my days of exile are not o'er:
I would go, I would go.
I would not stay though earth were mine;
Though all its treasures for me shine,
A captive here I still would pine:
I would go, I would go.

3 Bright visions of that blissful land appear,
There's my home, there's my home,
How long a pilgrim must I wander here?
There's my home, there's my home.
O tell me that I soon shall be,
With all the ransomed exiles, free,
In that blest land I long to see:
There's my home, there's my home.

4 There is a land, a brighter land than this,
Joys are there, joys are there;
No pain or sorrow, sickness or distress,
Reaches there, reaches there.
Bright fields of pleasure greet the eye,
And crystal streams that never dry;
O give me wings! I now would fly,
And be there, and be there.

Source: The Seventh-Day Adventist Hymn and Tune Book: for use in divine worship #1003

Text Information

First Line: There is a land, a better land than this
Title: The better land

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Hymns and Tunes #282

Hymns for Second Advent Believers #d127

Hymns for Use in Divine Worship ... Seventh-Day Adventists #d1087

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Song Anchor #113

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Songs for Service #107

Spiritual Melodies #d305

Spiritual Melodies. Enl. & impr. ed. #d360

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The Advent Harp; designed for believers in the speedy coming of Christ #189

The Christian Lyre #d424

The Christians' Songster #d122

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The Harp #1072

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The Harp. 2nd ed. #a1072

The Millennial Harp #d439

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The Seventh-Day Adventist Hymn and Tune Book #1003

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The Seventh-Day Adventist Hymn and Tune Book #1146

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