Unseen by mortal eyes,
Where spring in fadeless beauty blooms,
Beneath unclouded skies.
They tell me of a land so fair,
Where all is light and song,
Where angel choirs their anthems join
With yonder blood wash’d throng.
No radiant beams from sun or moon
Adorn that land so fair,
For He who sits upon the throne
Shines forth resplendent there.
O land of light and love and joy,
Where comes no night of care,
What will our song of triumph be
When we shall enter there!
Refrain
“Eye hath not seen, ear hath not heard,
Neither hath it entered into the heart of man,
The things which God hath prepared for them, prepared for them that love Him.”
F. J. Crosby
Gently, Lord, O gently lead us,Pilgrims in this vale of tears,
Through the trials yet decreed us,
Till our last great change appears.
When temptation’s darts assail us,
When in devious paths we stray,
Let Thy goodness never fail us,
Lead us in Thy perfect way.
In the hour of pain and anguish,
In the hour when death draws near,
Suffer not our hearts to languish,
Suffer not our souls to fear;
And, when mortal life is ended,
Bid us in Thine arms to rest,
Till, by angel bands attended,
We awake among the blest.
Thomas Hastings
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