Come along my dear friends who are bound for that land,
For that beautiful land far away.


There we’ll sing there we’ll shout, praise the Lord ever more,
In that bright, happy land of day.

Let us hold to the unchanging hand of our Lord,
And His word let us trust and obey.


There’s a home waiting now on the ever green shore,
At the end of this wearisome fray.


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