See, my soul, the land of brightness

Far above the clouds of time;

Where the breeze with balmy lightness

Bloweth through a genial clime;

Joyful thousands!

Moving in its rest serene.

Life has there its crystal fountains,

Peace--whose rivers softly flow,

To refresh its vales and mountains,

To immortalize its glow;

And salvation

On the sunny shores is breathed.

Never can a mortal arrow

On its nearest province fall:

Death's dominion is but narrow--

There it cometh not at all:

Life abundant;

Immortality at home!

Every breeze of winter changes

On the shore to heavenly calm;

O'er its fields no sorrow ranges,

Every sigh becomes a psalm:

Into Jordan

Falls the last most bitter tear.

There--there is not one that mourneth,

There--there is not any sad;

There--the gall to honey turneth,

There--the bound is free and glad:

Joyful thousands!

There abiding evermore!

Now my heart is filled with blessing,

And a sacred joy is mine,

In the hope of soon possessing

That inheritance Divine:

Joyful thousands!

Drawing near that promised land!