O Land of God

In dreams I see the heav’nly land

With ver­dant vales on ei­ther hand;

Bathed in the sun­shine of a day

As fair

as sweet as those of May.

A day that ends not

and I hear

Glad voic­es ring­ing far and near

With sweet­er songs than earth can know

The heav’n­ly songs that haunt us so.

O land of God

so fair

so bright!

O land in which there is no night!

I dream of thee

and dream­ing

pray

That I may wake in thee some day;

I dream of thee

and dream­ing

pray

That I may wake in thee some hap­py day.

Thro’ gates ajar my ea­ger feet

Go in to tread the gold­en street;

And pro­phets

priests

and kings I see

A grand and good­ly com­pa­ny

And in the midst

a great white throne

I see

and Him who sits there­in;

And oh

the awe that comes to me

When God’s face in my dreams I see.

Then comes a low still voice to me;

Wouldst thou be of this com­pa­ny

Thou seest in thy dreams

and sing

The songs of Heav’n be­fore the King?

Then live

and dare

and do for God

And by and by

earth’s jour­ney trod

Thou shalt go in be­yond the gate

And claim an heir of God’s es­tate.