I will sing you a song of that beautiful land,
The far away home of the soul;
Where no storms ever beat on the glittering strand, While the years of eternity roll.

2 Oh, that home of the soul, in my visions and dreams Its bright jasper walls I can see;
Till I fancy but thinly the veil intervenes
Between the fair city and me.

3 That unchangeable home is for you and for me,
Where Jesus of Nazareth stands,
The King of all kingdoms forever is he,
And he holdeth our crowns in his hands.

4 Oh, how sweet it will be in that beautiful land,
So free from all sorrow and pain;
With songs on our lips and with harps in our hands, To meet one another again.

Mrs. Ellen H. Gates.