The Beautiful Country

O beau­ti­ful land of the bless­èd

Where com­eth not sor­row or sin;

How hap­py the day that my spir­it

Shall en­ter thy por­tals with­in.

O beau­ti­ful

beau­ti­ful coun­try!

Bright re­gion of glo­ry ab­ove;

O soon may I en­ter thy por­tals

To dwell with the Sav­ior I love.

Sweet home of the good and the ho­ly

Blest place of the pur­est de­light;

Where hearts

at the riv­er that part­ed

In rap­tur­ous joy shall unite.

Some day

in that beau­ti­ful count­ry

The song of the ran­somed I’ll sing

When Christ to the heav­en­ly man­sion

My glo­ri­fied spir­it shall bring.