There’s a Beautiful Land on High

There’s a beau­ti­ful land on high

To its glo­ries I fain would fly

When by sor­row pressed down

I long for my crown

In that beau­ti­ful land on high.

In that beau­ti­ful land I’ll be

From earth and its cares set free;

My Je­sus is there

He’s gone to pre­pare

A place in that land for me.

There’s a beau­ti­ful land on high

And my kin­dred its bliss en­joy;

Methinks I now see how they’re wait­ing for me

In that beau­ti­ful land on high.

There’s a beau­ti­ful land on high

And though here I oft weep and sigh

My Je­sus hath said that no tears shall be shed

In that beau­ti­ful land on high.

There’s a beau­ti­ful land on high

Where we nev­er shall say

Good­bye;

When ov­er the river we’re hap­py for ev­er

In that beau­ti­ful land on high.