8,3,8,3,8,8,3 O heavenly land beyond the sun! Far away; Where pilgrims rest, their wanderings done, Far away; Where sin and sorrow, grief and pain, Shall ne'er afflict the soul again, Far away. O heavenly land of promise sweet! Far away; Where Christ and His redeemed shall meet, Far away; Where love and peace shall fill the heart, And joy respond in every part, Far away. O blessed land where Jesus is! Far away; Where all shall come He claims as His Far away; The pure in heart, the meek, are there, And oh, that land is passing fair! Far away. O blessed land beyond the sun! Far away; I'll share thy joys when earth is done, Far away; Lord Jesus, fit me by Thy grace, And in Thy love prepare a place, Far away. |