1 They tell us of a happy land
That we have never seen,
Where fadeless flow’rs, on ev’ry hand,
Bloom in the meadows green.
There, never any sorrow is;
And happy angels sing
Glad anthems in the Summer-land,—
The land where God is King.
O heav’nly land, dear Summer-land!
How longs my heart for thee!
I long to join the ransomed band,
And there my Saviour see!
2 There is another happy land
That is not far away;
It is the land in which we live,
The land that’s ours today;
It is the land of kindly deeds
And loving words, and we
May make it like that other land
We some day hope to see. [Chorus]
3 Oh, let us do the best we can
To make this world of ours
A foretaste of the heav’nly land,
With its immortal flow’rs;
Let’s scatter, all the way along,
A sunshine born of love,
In which the flow’rs of good shall thrive
Like those in Heav’n above. [Chorus]
Rexford, Eben Eugene.M (Johnsburg, New York, July 16, 1848--October 16, 1916, Shiocton, Wisconsin). Horticulturalist and editor of a Wisconsin farm journal. Many of his verses were used to fill empty corners of the journal. He also wrote many books on gardening. Lawrence University (Appleton, Wisc.), Litt.D. Twenty-five years, organist at First Congregational Church, Shiocton.
See: Smith, Mary L.P. (1930). Eben E. Rexford; a biographical sketch. Menasha, Wis., George Banta Pub. Co.
--Leonard Ellinwood, DNAH Archives and Gabriel, Charles H. (1916). Singers and Their Songs. Chicago: The Rodeheaver Company.… Go to person page >