In Fancy We Picture That Land

In fan­cy we pic­ture that beau­ti­ful land

With its wa­ters of crys­tal so clear;

With long­ing we think of the bright an­gel band

And the time its sweet mu­sic we’ll hear.

In fancy we pic­ture that beau­ti­ful land

Where the glo­ri­ous Lamb is the light;

How hap­py we’ll be when up there we shall stand

And for aye in His prais­es unite!

In fan­cy we pic­ture the throne of our God

And the splen­dor sur­round­ing it there;

For Heav­en’s fair courts has no earth­ly one trod

Or be­held all their beau­ties so rare.

We can­not tell tru­ly of Heav­en

our home

Tho’ we strive while we live thro’ the years;

We can­not know tru­ly till God calls us Come

To that land where there’ll be no more tears.