There is a land mine eye hath seen,

In visions of enraptured thought,

So bright that all which spreads between

Is with its radiant glory fraught;

2 A land upon whose blissful shore

There rests no shadow, falls no stain;

There those who meet shall part no more,

And those long parted, meet again.

3 Its skies are not like earthly skies,

With varying hues of shade and light;

It hath no need of suns to rise

To dissipate the gloom of night.

4 There sweeps no desolating wind

Across that calm, serene abode;

The wanderer there a home may find,

Within the paradise of God.