O they tell me of a home far beyond the skies,
They tell me of a home far away,
Cnd they tell me of a home
Where no storm-clouds rise:
O they tell me of an unclouded day.
O the land of cloudless days
O the land of an unclouded sky,
O they tell me of a home
Where no storm-clouds rise:
O they tell me of an unclouded day!
O they tell me of a home
Where my friends have gone,
They tell me of a land far away,
Where the tree of life in eternal bloom
Sheds its fragrance through the unclouded day.
They tell me of a King in His beauty there,
They tell me that mine eyes shall behold
Where He sits on a throne
That is bright as the sun
In a city that is made of gold!
O the land of cloudless days
O the land of an unclouded sky,
O they tell me of a home
Where no storm-clouds rise:
O they tell me of an unclouded day!