Immanuel’s Land

Oh how hap­py are they

In their white robes ar­rayed!

Round the throne of dear Je­sus they stand;

From all na­tions

and kin­dreds

And peo­ples

and tongues

They have gone to Im­ma­nu­el’s Land.

A chor­us of praise to Je­sus they raise

Round the throne in Im­ma­nu­el’s Land.

From the east and the west

From the north and the south

From the isles of the sea—a blest band—

Thro’ the dear Fa­ther’s love

And the dear Sav­ior’s blood

They are safe in Im­ma­nu­el’s Land.

A chor­us of praise to Je­sus they raise

Round the throne in Im­ma­nu­el’s Land.

They have gone from temp­ta­tion

From sor­row and sin

And for­ev­er in glo­ry they stand;

And their robes they have washed

In the blood of the Lamb

So are safe in Im­ma­nu­el’s Land.

A chor­us of praise to Je­sus they raise

Round the throne in Im­ma­nu­el’s Land.

And the beau­ti­ful gates of the Ci­ty of Light

Will be op­ened by Je­sus’ com­mand

Unto you and to me

if we give Him our love

And we’ll en­ter Im­ma­nu­el’s Land.

A chor­us of praise to Je­sus we’ll raise

Round the throne in Im­ma­nu­el’s Land.