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C. M.
There is a land, a happy land.
There is a land, a happy land
Where tears are wiped away
From every eye, by God’s own hand,
And night is turned to day.
2 There is a home, a happy home,
Where way-worn travelers rest,
Where toil and languor never come,
And every mourner’s blest.
3 There is a port, a peaceful port,
A safe and quiet shore,
Where weary mariners resort
And fear the storms no more.
4 There is a crown, a dazzling crown,
Bedecked with jewels fair;
And priests and kings of high renown,
That crown of glory wear.
5 That land be mine, that calm retreat,
That crown of glory bright;
Then I’ll esteem each bitter sweet,
And every burden light.