Oh, the peaceful resting land, Where the saints in glory, Bending at the Saviour's feet, Tell the grand old story.
Sweetly they are singing, . . Hear the echo ringing, . . In the land of beauty â Blessed land of song !
2. Where the cloudless beams of day Banish care and sadness; Lo, the reapers enter now, Bearing sheaves of gladness.
3. Oh, the tender, loving words, Purest joy revealing ! Soft and low from kindred souls, On the twilight stealing.
4. Soon together we shall stand By the crystal river, There to join the holy throng, Praising God for ever.