CHORUS.
That blissful place is my father-land;
By faith its delights I explore;
Come, favor my flight, angelic band,
And waft me in peace to the shore.
2 There is a place where the angels dwell,
A pure and peaceful abode;
The joys of that place no tongue can tell;
For there is the palace of God!
3 There is a place where my friends are gone