O Morrow Land

O mor­row land

abid­ing land

We’re tra­vel­ing home to thee;

Beyond the sha­dow and the shade

Thy ra­di­ant hills we see!

We’re tra­vel­ing home to thee;

We’re tra­vel­ing home to thee;

And soon

be­yond the riv­er’s brink

Thy glo­ry we shall see.

O mor­row land

ab­id­ing land

No tears of sor­row there;

No ach­ing hearts

nor wea­ry eyes;

Within thy dwell­ing fair.

O mor­row land

ab­id­ing land

We soon shall reach thy shore

And clasp the hands of those we love

To meet

and part no more.