Fairer than Canaan’s land,
Heaven so bright;
Glory on every hand,
No cloud, no night:
God’s word does well declare,
What makes that place so fair-
Jesus Himself is there;
All, all is light.
There shall be sweet employ,
Bright, bright and pure;
Nothing to hinder joy,
Nought to obscure;
There we shall see His face-
His, who prepares that place,
Made ours in tender grace.
Blessed and sure.
Grief, death, the fruits of sin,
Shall be unknown;
Joy, life for aye within,
Reigning alone;
Praise to the Lamb, indeed!
Who for our sins did bleed,
Who lives to intercede,
There for His own.
Lord Jesus, ever near,
Waiting are we,
Waiting Thy shout to hear,
Thy face to see;
Then shall be fullest joy,
Then shall be sweet employ,
Freed from the world’s alloy,
Ever with Thee.