It points us to a land of rest
Where saints with Christ will reign;
Where we shall meet the loved of earth,
And never part again,—
A land where sin can never come,
Temptations ne'er annoy;
Where happiness will ever dwell,
And that without alloy.
It points us to a land of rest
Where saints with Christ will reign;
Where we shall meet the loved of earth,
And never part again,—
A land where sin can never come,
Temptations ne'er annoy;
Where happiness will ever dwell,
And that without alloy.