There is a land by faith I’ve seen Where skies no clouded regions know; Where they know not the sorrows of time and no shadows fall to blight the view That land no want has ever known, Nor pain nor sickness nor distress; there, Death, the last enemy, is slain; There those who meet shall part no more, And those long parted meet again. There’s a land far away.. Beyond these wild winds and gloomy skies, Beyond Death’s cloudy portal, There is a land where beauty never dies And love becomes immortal; A land whose light is never dimmed by shadow, Whose fields are ever vernal, Where nothing beautiful can ever fade, But blooms for aye eternal.