THE LAND FAR AWAY by MARY M. BUCKLAND

Seventh-day Adventist Missionary Society · Oakland, California · Mar 29, 1883

THE LAND FAR AWAY.

By MARY M. BUCKLAND

There’s a land far away, a beautiful land, Where the sorrows of earth are unknown, Where the saints will be gathered, that pilgrim band, And Jesus will crown them his own. The King in his beauty there ever will reign, And nothing can harm or destroy; For nothing can enter that beautiful land That can for one moment annoy.

In that beautiful land no sorrow or pain Can ever one moment be known. And there never is seen the burial train, To bear our loved ones from our home, To lay them away where the white marble gleams, To show where the lone sleeper rests; For death and the grave will never be seen In that beautiful land of the blest.

Oh! who would not wish for a home in that land Where no shadow of night ever comes; Where the ransomed ones gather, that pilgrim band, And find with their Saviour a home? There none will be weary, no sickness or pain, And there sorrow never can come; In that beautiful land they ever will reign With the King in his beauty, at home.

Albion, N. Y.