1 There is a land immortal,
The beautiful of lands;
Beside its ancient portal
A silent sentry stands;
He only can undo it,
And open wide the door;
And mortals who pass through it,
Are mortals nevermore.
2 Though dark and drear the passage
That leadeth to the gate,
Yet grace comes with the message
To souls that watch and wait;
And at the time appointed,
A messenger comes down,
And leads the Lord's anointed
From cross to glory's crown.
3 Their sighs are lost in singing,
They're blessed in their tears;
Their journey heavenward winging,
They leave on earth their fears:
Death like an angel seemeth:
We welcome thee, they cry;
Their face with glory beameth--
'Tis life for them to die!
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First Line: | There is a land immortal, The beautiful of lands |
Author: | Colewall |
Meter: | 7s & 6s |
Publication Date: | 1873 |
Topic: | Heaven; The Beautiful of Lands |