The Bright Forevermore

There is a land

a sun­ny land

Whose skies are ev­er bright

Where ev­en­ing sha­dows nev­er fall

The Sav­ior is its light.

If the cross we meek­ly bear

Then the crown we shall wear

When we dwell among the fair

In the bright for­ev­er­more.

There is a clime

a peace­ful clime

Beyond life’s nar­row sea

Where ev­ery storm is hushed to rest

There let our trea­sure be.

There is a home

a glo­ri­ous home

A heav’n­ly man­sion fair;

And those we loved so fond­ly here

Will bid us wel­come there.

We long to leave these fad­ing scenes

That glide so quick­ly by;

And join the shin­ing host ab­ove

Where joy can nev­er die.