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There’s a beautiful land on high,
To its glories I fain would fly,
When by sorrow pressed down,
I long for my crown,
In that beautiful land on high.
In that beautiful land I’ll be
From earth and its cares set free;
My Jesus is there, He’s gone to prepare
A place in that land for me.
There’s a beautiful land on high,
And my kindred its bliss enjoy;
Methinks I now see how they’re waiting for me,
In that beautiful land on high.
In that beautiful land I’ll be
From earth and its cares set free;
My Jesus is there, He’s gone to prepare
A place in that land for me.
There’s a beautiful land on high,
And though here I oft weep and sigh,
My Jesus hath said that no tears shall be shed
In that beautiful land on high.
In that beautiful land I’ll be
From earth and its cares set free;
My Jesus is there, He’s gone to prepare
A place in that land for me.
There’s a beautiful land on high,
Where we never shall say, “Goodbye”;
When over the river we’re happy for ever
In that beautiful land on high.
In that beautiful land I’ll be
From earth and its cares set free;
My Jesus is there, He’s gone to prepare
A place in that land for me.
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