Land of the Unsetting Sun

Some sweet day I shall en­ter a place

When the work of my life shall be done;

A place that is filled with His mar­vel­ous grace

In the land of the un­set­ting sun.

I shall dwell in the land of de­light

When my jour­ney on earth has been run;

In the land where there com­eth no sor­row

no night

In the land of the un­set­ting sun.

Yes

the bur­dens of life can be borne

When I think of the prize to be won;

Of the beau­ti­ful robe and the crown to be worn

In the land of the un­set­ting sun.

I can peace­ful­ly wel­come the night

When the hours of my life shall be run;

It will bring me no grief

but su­per­nal de­light

In the land of the un­set­ting sun.

O what joy! mor­tal tongue can­not tell

With eter­ni­ty on­ly be­gun

One an­oth­er to meet

with the Sav­ior to dwell

In the land of the un­set­ting sun.