Beyond the Shadow-Land

Beyond the sha­dow-land there lies

A per­fect home called Pa­ra­dise;

There all the an­gels sing the praise

Of Him whose mer­cy crowns our days.

Some gold­en day

by sav­ing grace

We shall be­hold our Sav­ior’s face

And we shall clasp His lov­ing hand

And sing

be­yond the sha­dow land.

Beyond the sha­dow-land await

Our friends and loved ones at the gate;

They watch and wait for us to come

That they may bid us wel­come home.

Beyond the sha­dow-land ere long

The saved shall sing the glad new song;

And there abide for­ev­er­more

With Him whom now we all adore.