There is a land, a sunny land
Whose skies are ever bright,
Where evening shadows never fall;
The Saviour is its light.
If the cross we meekly bear,
Then the crown we shall wear,
When we dwell, among the fair,
In the bright forevermore.
There is a clime, a peaceful clime,
Beyond life's narrow sea,
Where every storm is hush'd to rest:
There let our treasure be.
If the cross we meekly bear,
Then the crown we shall wear,
When we dwell, among the fair,
In the bright forevermore.
There is a home, a glorious home,
A heav'nly mansion fair;
And those who lov'd so fondly here
Will bid us welcome there.
If the cross we meekly bear,
Then the crown we shall wear,
When we dwell, among the fair,
In the bright forevermore.
We soon shall leave these fading scenes
That glide so quickly by,
And join the shining host above,
Where joy can never die.
If the cross we meekly bear,
Then the crown we shall wear,
When we dwell, among the fair,
In the bright forevermore.
This song is Copyright © 2025 by Robert K. Lewis. Lyrics are by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow and are in the Pubic Domain. The A.I. Samplings are Copyright by their respective creators. The completed song is A.I. generated by MusicHero.ai and is Licensed to Robert K. Lewis.
