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THE HAPPY LAND.
There shall be no night there.
—Rev. xxii. 5.
Oh, know ye that happy land,
Where care is unknown?
Know ye that blessed band,
There around the throne?
There is happiness;
There are streams of purest bliss;
There are rest and peace,
There, there alone.
Where care is unknown?
Know ye that blessed band,
There around the throne?
There is happiness;
There are streams of purest bliss;
There are rest and peace,
There, there alone.
We all know that happy place,
We all know it well;
Eye hath not seen its bliss,
Tongue cannot tell.
There are the angels bright,
The saints in robes of heavenly white,
All of them clothed in light,
Ever there to dwell.
We all know it well;
Eye hath not seen its bliss,
Tongue cannot tell.
There are the angels bright,
The saints in robes of heavenly white,
All of them clothed in light,
Ever there to dwell.
We are sad and weary here;
Though young, a sinful band,
Yet soon in glory there,
We hope all to stand.
Then let us haste away,
Speed along this world's dark way,
To that land of day,—
That happy land.
Though young, a sinful band,
Yet soon in glory there,
We hope all to stand.
Then let us haste away,
Speed along this world's dark way,
To that land of day,—
That happy land.
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Saviour, hasten that sweet day,
Soon let time be gone,
Come, Lord, make no delay,
Place us on thy throne.
Thy face we seek to see,
That we may dwell and reign with Thee
Thine, thine for ever be,
Thine, thine alone.
Soon let time be gone,
Come, Lord, make no delay,
Place us on thy throne.
Thy face we seek to see,
That we may dwell and reign with Thee
Thine, thine for ever be,
Thine, thine alone.
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