1 We’ve heard of a land of delight,
And by faith its fair shore we have seen–
Of a land where there cometh no blight,
Or suffering, sorrow, or sin;
Where evil may never intrude,
Where frailty may never annoy,
Where, free from all sin,
And with Jesus shut in,
We shall bask in the fullness of joy.
O beautiful land of delight!
O land of the holy and blest!
O love-lighted shore,
Where they sorrow no more,
We long for thy mansions of rest.
2 For here in the body we pine,
And, shut in for a while by the clay,
We long for the mandate divine
That shall summon our spirits away;
Nay, rather, we wait for the hour
When the body, set free by his word,
Shall come forth from the dust
In the robes of the just,
To abide evermore with the Lord. [Refrain]
3 Nor yet doth it fully appear
What we shall be in the blessed day
When mortality’s mists disappear,
And the death-shadows vanish away;
But we know that like Jesus our King,
To his glorious image restored,
Like the sun in his strength
We shall shine forth at length
In that country whose light is the Lord. [Refrain]