THERE IS A LAND.

And I said, O that I had wings like

a dove, then would I fly away and

be at rest! Psalter.

1.

There is a land, like Eden fair,

But more than Eden blest;

The wicked cease from troubling there,

The weary are at rest.

2.

There is a land of calmest shore,

Where ceaseless summers smile,

And winds, like angel whispers, pour

Across the shining isle.

3.

There is a land of purest mirth,

Where healing waters glide;

And there the wearied child of Earth

Untroubled may abide.

4.

There is a land, where Sorrow’s sons,

Like ocean’s wrecks, are tossed;

But there revive those weeping ones,

And Life’s dull sea is crossed!

5.

There is a land, where small and great

Before the Lord appear,

The spoils of fortune, and of fate,

Whom Heaven alone can cheer.

6.

There is a land, where star-like shine

The pearls of Christ’s renown:

And gems, long buried in the mine,

Are jewels in his crown.

7.

There is a land, like Eden fair,

But more than Eden blest;

Oh! for a wing to waft me there,

To fly, and be at rest!