Classic Poem

Oh, that land, the golden land, just beyond the Jordan's strand.
Where the promised mansions wait for you and me;
I can see the glitt'ring tow'rs, and the fragrance of her bow'rs
On the winds of heav'n are wafted o'er the sea.
Oh, the land, ... sunny land, ...
Oh, the land, ... blessed land,. . . .
I can see her glitt'ring tow'rs,
In the everlasting word is the story of my Lord,
How to earth he came to save the sons of men;
And I love it more and more, as I near the golden shore,
For I know my soul will share the glory there
With the dear ones gone before we shall dwell for evermore,
In that blessed land of glory by and by;
And with Jesus, hand in hand, a united blood-washed band,
We shall dwell while endless ages wander by.
Oh, the land, sunny land,
Oh, the land, blessed land,
And fragrance of her bow'rs
On the winds of heav'n are wafted o'er the sea