That Beautiful Land (Wood-White)

I have heard of a land

On a far away strand

In the Bi­ble the sto­ry is told

Where no cares ev­er come

Neither dark­ness nor gloom

And no­thing shall ev­er grow old.

In that beau­ti­ful land

On the far­away strand

There awaits us a robe and a crown;

In that ci­ty

we’re told

The streets are pure gold

And the sun­light shall nev­er go down.

There are ev­er­green trees

That bend low in the breeze

And their fruit­age is bright­er than gold;

There are harps for our hands

In that fair­est of lands

And no­thing shall ev­er grow old.

There’s a home in that land

At the Fa­ther’s right hand;

There are man­sions whose joys are un­told;

There the ran­somed will sing

Round the throne of their king

And no­thing shall ev­er grow old.