The Land Above

Angel bands are sweet­ly sing­ing

Far above the star­ry sky

Where with God

in end­less glo­ry

We shall spend eter­ni­ty.

Precious Sav­ior

pure and ho­ly

Who for us once bled and died

Help us that we may prove wor­thy

To be found at Thy right side.

This vain world is full of sor­row

Full of sick­ness

death and pain

But there waits a land im­mor­tal

Where pure joy and glad­ness reign.

Fair and bright is yon­der ci­ty

Built be­side the jas­per sea

Where there wait the ma­ny man­sions

Where from sin we shall be free.