The Land of Sunshine

Far away beyond the sha­dows

Of the world

with all its care

There’s a land where glo­ri­ous sun­light nev­er dies;

Where the Fa­ther has pre­pared for us

A man­sion bright and fair

Where He sum­mons all His loved ones to the skies.

Fair land of sun­shine

bright are thy skies;

To thee with long­ing I lift mine eyes;

Dear ones are call­ing

call­ing to me

Waiting my com­ing ov­er the sea.

There the Sav­ior sits in glo­ry

On His throne of roy­al might

While the an­gel hosts

ador­ing

round Him fall;

The tri­umph­ant chor­us swell­ing

From the ser­aphs pure and bright

As they hail the gen­tle Sav­ior Lord of all.

There are ma­ny loved ones yon­der

Who will bid us wel­come home

When our jour­ney­ing and tri­als here are o’er;

And our spir­its shall be waft­ed

Safe across the swell­ing tide

To the gold­en strand of Heav­en’s sun­lit shore.

We shall glad­ly hear the mes­sage

When He bids us

Rise and come

And we lay our ev­ery earth­ly bur­den down;

On an an­gel’s snowy pin­ions

We shall speed to yon bright home

And will wear the spot­less robe and heav’n­ly crown.