No day is dark and dreary
In the land that’s far away;
No one is worn and weary
In the land that’s far away.
No friends are ever parted;
No tear is ever started;
No one is broken hearted
In the land that’s far away.
No trouble and no sighing
In the land that’s far away;
No weeping for the dying
In the land that’s far away;
No lonely one forsaken;
No soul by sin o’ertaken;
No night from which to waken
In the land that’s far away.
No thought or dream of sadness
In the land that’s far away;
The heights are crowned with gladness
In the land that’s far away.
The Father
without measure
Is pouring from His treasure
Delight and peace and pleasure
In the land that’s far away.