There’s a Beautiful, Beautiful Land

There’s a beau­ti­ful

beau­ti­ful land

’Tis the home of the blest;

Where with Je­sus

a glo­ri­fied band

They for­ev­er shall rest.

Oh

that beau­ti­ful

beau­ti­ful land

Is for you and for me!

There to be with the glo­ri­fied band

Oh

how sweet it will be!

In that land is the ci­ty of light

Bright and fair

we are told:

All its man­sions are dazz­ling and white

And its streets are of gold.

There’s no need of the sun in that land

For the Lamb is its light;

And He sits at His Fa­ther’s right hand

Crowned with glo­ry and might.

Oh

how glo­ri­ous and sweet it must be

In that peace­ful ab­ode !

Where from sin and from mis­ery free

We shall dwell with our God !

There we hope ma­ny loved ones to meet

And in te­nder em­brace

We in tri­umph each oth­er shall greet

In that beau­ti­ful place.

When we get to that home of the blest

From all pain to be free

And with Je­sus for­ev­er to rest

Oh

how sweet it will be.

Oh

that beau­ti­ful

beau­ti­ful land

Is for you and for me!

There to be with the glo­ri­fied band

Oh

how sweet it will be!

In that land is the ci­ty of light

Bright and fair

we are told:

All its man­sions are dazz­ling and white

And its streets are of gold.

There’s no need of the sun in that land

For the Lamb is its light;

And He sits at His Fa­ther’s right hand

Crowned with glo­ry and might.

Oh

how glo­ri­ous and sweet it must be

In that peace­ful ab­ode !

Where from sin and from mis­ery free

We shall dwell with our God !

There we hope ma­ny loved ones to meet

And in te­nder em­brace

We in tri­umph each oth­er shall greet

In that beau­ti­ful place.

When we get to that home of the blest

From all pain to be free

And with Je­sus for­ev­er to rest

Oh

how sweet it will be.