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THE LAND OF LIGHT

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Publishing Committee · Battle Creek, Mich. · Jan 24, 1856

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 7, No. 17.

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THE LAND OF LIGHT.

By Uriah Smith

TUNE.—"Old Folks at Home."

Up to a land of light we're going— Joys, joys are there; Where pain and sorrow no more knowing, We shall its glories share. Soon shall we hail the radiant dawning Of endless day— E'en now the light of that glad morning, Breaks o'er the shadowy way.
CHORUS.—There beside Life's flowing river, And Life's fadeless tree, We shall inherit joys for ever, Joys that are boundless and free.
No earthly charm may then allure us, Or lead astray; Since all its faded hopes assure us, They too shall vanish away. In heaven only can our treasure Be laid secure; There only may we seek for pleasure, Holy, immortal and pure.
CHORUS.
Then let no toiling heart grow weary, Or fainting be; Soon we'll forget our exile dreary, Joyous in victory. There where our heart's affections center Around the throne; These pearly mansions soon we'll enter, And be for ever at home.
CHORUS.—Then beside Life's flowing river, And Life's fadeless tree, We shall inherit joys for ever, Joys that are boundless and free.
U. S.