The Land of Beauty

1 There is a world of beauty,
A land where all is bright,
Where all the pure and holy,
Are rob'd in spotless white.
There is a fountain flowing,
Fast by the golden throne,
And myriad angels singing
Their praise to God alone.

2 There sunshine ever lingers,
And flow'rs the sweetest bloom.
Its sons ne'er hear of sadness,
Nor ever fear the tomb.
That land is a fountain flowing,
Fast by the golden throne,
And myriad angels singing
Their praise to God alone.

3 And there are little children,
Yes, some as small as I;
O would I go to heaven,
If I this day should die?
I'd like to be an angel,
And wear a robe so white,
And dwell with Christ forever
In that blest world of light.

Source: Kind Words: a new collection of hymns and tunes for sunday schools and the social circle #72