First Line: They tell me of a land so fair,

They tell me of a land so fair,
Unseen by mortal eyes,
Where spring in fadeless beauty blooms
Beneath unclouded skies,

Eye . . .hath not seen . . . ear . . . hath
not heard, . . . neither hath it entered into the
heart of man, . . the things . . which God . . .
hath prepared . . for . them, . . prepared .
for . them . . that love . . Him. . .

2 They tell me of a land so fair,
_ Where all is light and song;
Where angel-choirs their anthems join
With yonder blood- washed throng.

3 No radiant beams from sun or moon
Adorn that land so fair;
For He who sits upon the throne
Shines forth resplendent there !

4 O land of light and love and joy,
Where comes no night of care,
What will our song of triumph be
When we shall enter there !