I will sing you a song of that beautiful land
The far away home of the soul
Where no storms ever beat on the glittering strand
While the years of eternity roll
While the years of eternity roll
Where no storms ever beat on the glittering strand
While the years of eternity roll
O, that home of the soul! In my visions and dreams
Its bright, jasper walls I can see
Till I fancy but thinly the veil intervenes
Between the fair city and me
Between the fair city and me
Till I fancy but thinly the veil intervenes
Between the fair city and me
That unchangeable home is for you and for me
Where Jesus of Nazareth stands
The King of all kingdoms forever is He
And He holdeth our crowns in His hands
And He holdeth our crowns in His hands
The King of all kingdoms forever is He
And He holdeth our crowns in His hands
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O, how sweet it will be in that beautiful land
So free from all sorrow and pain
With songs on our lips and our harps in our hands
To meet one another again
To meet one another again
With songs on our lips and our harps in our hands
To meet one another again
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