1 In that bright land above,
land of eternal love,
Beautiful flow’rs evermore bloom;
Eye hath not seen the strand
Of that fair heav’nly land
Waiting for those passing the tomb.
Chorus:
Eye hath not see, ear hath not heard,
Nothing but faith, can trace
Naught of its joys nor its delights,
Till we behold His face.
2 Jesus the King reigns there,
In that bright land so fair,
Joys evermore endlessly flow;
Those who there dwell with Him
Wear a bright diadem
Never again sorrow shall know. [Chorus]
3 Splendors beyond compare,
Beautiful, rich and rare,
By mortals tongue cannot be told
When thro’ its gates we’ve passed
To that bright home at last,
Visions of joy then will unfold. [Chorus]
Source: Sunday School and Revival: with Y.M.C.A. supplement #100