by douglasm » Fri May 31, 2024 12:42 pm
There is a land, a golden strand, Where saints and angels robed in white; Are singing praise thru endless days, In shining worlds of pure delight.
In that sweet home no more to roam, No more to weep o'er scenes of woe; Safe there at last, all trials past, The wonders of those worlds to know.
Oh, morning fair, Oh! glories rare, When on that happy golden shore; With loved ones meet, with joy complete I'll live with them forevermore.
Some happy time in yonder clime, Beyond the reach of pain and care; In lands of spring where angels sing, I'll live forever over there.
Chorus
In worlds on high, in yonder sky, Are dazzling mansions bright and fair; I'll fly away Some happy day, and live forever over there.
There is a land, a golden strand, Where saints and angels robed in white; Are singing praise thru endless days, In shining worlds of pure delight.
In that sweet home no more to roam, No more to weep o'er scenes of woe; Safe there at last, all trials past, The wonders of those worlds to know.
Oh, morning fair, Oh! glories rare, When on that happy golden shore; With loved ones meet, with joy complete I'll live with them forevermore.
Some happy time in yonder clime, Beyond the reach of pain and care; In lands of spring where angels sing, I'll live forever over there.
Chorus
In worlds on high, in yonder sky, Are dazzling mansions bright and fair; I'll fly away Some happy day, and live forever over there.
