The Beautiful Land On High

by James Nicholson

There's a beautiful land on high,
To its glories I fain would fly,
Whne by sorrows press'd down,
I long for my crown,
In that beautiful land on high.

There's a beautiful land on high,
I shall enter it by and by;
There with friends hand in hand,
I shall walk on the strand,
In that beautiful land on high.

There's a beautiful land on high,
Then why should I fear to die,
When death is the way
To the realms of day,
In that beautiful land on high.

There's a beautiful land on high,
And my kindred its bliss enjoy;
And me thinks I now see
How they're waiting for me,
In that beautiful land on high.

There's a beautiful land on high,
Where we never shall say "goodby;"
Where the righteous will sing,
And their chorus will ring,
In that beautiful land on high.

Chorus

In that beautiful land I'll be,
From earth and its cares set free;
My Jesus is there,
He's gone to prepare
A place in that land for me.