Hymn 124A - The Better Land

There is a land mine eye hath seen,

In visions of enraptured thought,

So bright that all which spreads between

Is with its radiant glories fraught.

A land upon whose blissful shore

There rests no shadow, falls no stain;

There those who meet shall part no more,

And those long parted meet again.

Its skies are not like earthly skies,

With varying hues of shade and light;

It hath no need of suns to rise

To dissipate the gloom of night.

There sweeps no desolating wind

Across the calm, serene abode:

The wand’rer there a home may find

Within the paradise of God.

REFRAIN

O land of love, of joy and light,

Thy glories gild earth’s darkest night;

Thy tranquil shore we too shall see,

When day shall break and shadows flee.