1 There’s a land above,
Home of peace and love;
All my longings thither tend;
When earth’s toils are o’er,
On its golden shore
Will my wanderings have an end.
Refrain:
O the joys that wait,
When I pass the gate,
And the golden streets appear!
Lord, I would not miss
Such a wealth of bliss
For the toys that tempt me here.
2 There no clouded skies,
There no tearful eyes,
And no farewells there are given;
There no tempest blows,
All is calm repose,
Mine the peace and joy of Heaven. [Refrain]
3 There the white-robed throng
Sing with raptured tongue
Of the Lamb who died to save;
Bliss my soul shall fill,
Joys celestial thrill;
‘Twas for me that live He gave. [Refrain]
Source: The Glad Refrain for the Sunday School: a new collection of songs for worship #27