Old-Line Primitive Baptist Hymn and Tune Book

666 (L.M.) Gurdon Robins

There is a land mine eye hath seen

In visions of enraptured thought;

So bright that all which spreads between

Is with its radiant glory fraught;

A land upon whose blissful shore

There rests no shadow, falls no stain;

There those who meet shall part no more,

And those long parted meet again.

Its skies are not like earthly skies,

With varying hues of shade and light;

It hath no need of suns to rise,

To dissipate the gloom of night.

There sweeps no desolating wind

Across that calm, serene abode;

The wand'rer there a home may find,

Within the Paradise of God.