That Beautiful Land (Hall)

A beau­ti­ful land by faith I see

A land of rest

from sor­row free;

The home of the ran­somed

bright and fair

And beau­ti­ful an­gels

too

are there.

Will you go? Will you go?

Go to that beau­ti­ful land with me?

Will you go? Will you go?

Go to that beau­ti­ful land with me?

That beau­ti­ful land

Ci­ty of Light

It ne’er has known the shades of night;

The glo­ry of God

the light of day

Hath driv­en the dark­ness far away.

In vi­sions I see its streets of gold

Its pear­ly gates I

too

be­hold;

The riv­er of life

the crys­tal sea

The am­bro­si­al fruit of life’s fair tree.

The heav’n­ly throng ar­rayed in white

In rap­ture range the plains of light;

And in one har­mo­ni­ous choir they praise

Their glo­ri­ous Sav­ior’s match­less grace.