Eye Hath Not Seen

They tell me of a land so fair

Unseen by mor­tal eyes

Where spring in fade­less beau­ty blooms

Beneath un­cloud­ed skies.

Eye hath not seen

ear hath not heard

Neither hath it en­tered in­to the heart of man

The things which God hath pre­pared for them

Prepared for them that love Him.

They tell me of a land so fair

Where all is light and song

Where an­gel choirs their an­thems join

With yon­der blood-washed throng.

No ra­di­ant beams from sun or moon

Adorn that land so fair

For He who sits up­on the throne

Shines forth re­splen­dent there.

O land of light and love and joy

Where comes no night of care

What will our song of tri­umph be

When we shall en­ter there!