There's a land where the souls of the righteous reign,
A home where the weary ones rest;
There, there is enjoyment without any pain,
There nought can be found that has blemish or stain,
For all with perfection are blest.
'Tis free from the wearisome darkness of night,
'Tis blest with continual day;
Our God is its sun, and we walk in His light;
There, cruel disease has no power to blight,
'Tis free from the spoiler, decay.
