1 O Land of the blessed! thy shadowless skies
Sometimes in my dreaming I see;
I hear the glad songs that the glorified sing,
Steal over Eternity’s sea;
Tho’ dark are the shadows that gather between,
I know that thy morning is fair;
I catch but a glimpse of thy glory and light,
And whisper: “Would God I were there!”
2 Dear home of my Father, thou City of peace,
No shadow of changing can mar;
How glad are the souls that have tasted thy joy!
How blest thine inhabitants are!
When weary of toiling, I think of the day—
Who knows if its dawning be near?—
When He who doth love me shall call me away
From all that hath burdened me here.
|First Line:||O land of the blessed|
|Title:||O Land of the Blessed|
|Author:||Emily H. Miller|