4. Land of the Morrow

1 O land of the morrow, the day of delight,
The morrow that never shall fade into night,
The morrow of rest, and of comfort for me—
Each moment but brings my soul nearer to thee.

Refrain:
O land of the morrow,
Beyond ev’ry sorrow,
I’m joyfully trav’ling,
I’m trav’ling to thee,
O land of the morrow,
Thy gladness I borrow,
Thy glory already I see, I see.

2 O land of the morrow, where hearts never break,
Where all of my slumbering good shall awake;
In midst of thy glories my soul shall abide,
And mingle forever with saints glorified. [Refrain]

3 O land of the morrow, I peer thro’ the gloom,
That hangs like a shadowy mist on the tomb;
And thro’ the deep darkness thy glory I see,
And falter at naught that shall take me to thee. [Refrain]

Text Information
First Line: O land of the morrow, the day of delight
Title: Land of the Morrow
Author: W. C. Martin
Refrain First Line: O land of the morrow
Publication Date: 1906



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