The Better Land

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