Beautiful Land of Light

This life is but a crowd­ed scene

Of sor­row

pain

and care

Where grief awaits us day by day

And brings us much to bear;

But if we trust our Sav­ior dear

He’ll make the way seem bright

And when we die we’ll go to dwell

In that fair land of light.

Happy land

beau­ti­ful land

Land here there is no night

Happy land

beau­ti­ful land

Blest land of sweet de­light.

If we but do our Sav­ior’s will

He will our trou­bles bear;

Each bless­èd pro­mise He’ll ful­fill

A robe of white we’ll wear;

We’ll en­ter at the gold­en gate

Sweet Je­sus

sweet de­light;

And hap­py we will ev­er be

In that fair land of light.

We soon shall reach that shin­ing shore

And be for­ev­er blest

Sweet friends and kin­dred gone be­fore

There sweet­ly we shall rest;

Rest in that far off bet­ter land

Oh what a glo­ri­ous sight

With all the shin­ing host to stand

In that fair land of light.