The Soul’s Bright Land Above

There is a land where shines the light

Of God’s eter­nal love

The sac­red realm of ho­ly joy

The soul’s bright land above.

O that love­ly land

the sum­mer land

The land be­yond the Jor­dan’s strand;

O that love­ly

love­ly land

The gold­en sum­mer land

The soul’s bright land ab­ove.

There Christ the Lord tri­umph­ant reigns

And saints be­fore Him fall;

They shout aloud re­deem­ing grace

And hail Him Lord of all.

There tears are wiped from ev­ery eye

And ev­ery pain is o’er;

And hearts that here in sor­row bled

Shall feel its throb no more.

Tho’ faith may soar ab­ove the clouds

To reach that land so fair

Yet who can tell the pure de­light

Of those who en­ter there?