49. O Land of the Blessed

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.

Text Information
First Line: O land of the blessed
Title: O Land of the Blessed
Author: Emily H. Miller
Publication Date: 1889
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Tune Information
Name: [O land of the blessed]
Composer: Ira D. Sankey



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