Hymnal: The Sacred Melodeon
Date: 1848
Compiler: A S Hayden
Publisher/Printer: A S Hayden
First Line: Hast thou heard of the land where no sorrow nor sadness
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer:
Meter: 12s and 11s
Tune: Land of the Blest
Hymn Number: <no hymn number given>
Page Number: 292, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsHast thou heard of the land where no sorrow nor sadness
Can dim for a moment the light of the skies?
Hast thou heard of the land where the deep tones of gladness
Ne'er melt into tears, nor are echoed in sights:
Where music, sweet music forever is flowing,
And flow'rs, ever springing, waft fragrance around;
And Ear hath not heard its deep melodies roll;
Death, with the touch of his cold, icy finger,
No more can alarm, for his triumphs are o'er,
And zephyr's soft wings, (for no rough winds are blowing)
Are laden with sweets from the balm-breathing ground.
Where the weary repose, all their troubles at rest,
'Tis the Canaan above, 'tis the land of the blest.
Where the weary repose, all their troubles at rest,
'Tis the Canaan above, 'tis the land of the blest.