Land of Rest (Faircloth)

I love that land

that ho­ly land;

I love that land

where saints shall go;

I love that land

that beau­ti­ful land

Where beau­ti­ful streams ne’er cease to flow.

O beau­ti­ful land

sweet home of the blest

O beau­ti­ful land

sweet home of rest.

That heav’n­ly land is bright and fair

A pear­ly gate to en­ter there;

A city there

with beau­ties so rare

And heav­en­ly trea­sures ev­ery­where.

Yes

I am told of streets of gold

In that fair land of joys un­told;

Redeemed ones there for­ev­er shall dwell

And heav­en­ly praise shall ev­er roll.

To that blest land I long to go

Where pain nor sor­row come no more;

There songs of prais­es ev­er shall flow

Our Sav­ior’s dear name we will adore.