Oh, Land Relieved from Sorrow

Oh

land re­lieved from sor­row!

Oh

land se­cure from tears!

Oh

res­pite on the mor­row

From all the toil of years!

To thee we hast­en ev­er

To thee our steps as­cend

Where dark­ness com­eth nev­er

And joy shall nev­er end.

Oh

happy

holy portal

For God’s own blest elect;

Oh

re­gion

pure

im­mor­tal

With bet­ter spring be­decked;

Thy pear­ly doors for ev­er

Their wel­come shall ex­tend

Where dark­ness com­eth nev­er

And joy shall nev­er end.

Oh

home where God the Fa­ther

Takes all His child­ren in;

Where Christ the Son shall ga­ther

The sin­ners saved from sin;

No night nor fear shall sev­er

A friend from any friend

For dark­ness com­eth nev­er

And joy shall nev­er end.

Rise

then

O bright­est morn­ing!

Come

then

tri­um­phant day

When in­to new ad­orn­ing

We change and pass away;

For so with firm en­dea­vor

Our spir­its glad­ly tend

Where dark­ness com­eth nev­er

And joy shall nev­er end.