There's a bright land

1 Every morn the rosy sun
Rises warm and bright;
Then the evening cometh on,
And the dark, cold night:
But there is a bright land far away,
Where is never-ending day;
Yes there is a bright land far away,
Where is never-ending day.

2 Every spring the sweet young flow’rs
Open fresh and gay;
Till the chilly autumn hours
Wither them away:
But there is a land we have not seen,
Where the trees are always green;
Yes there is a land we have not seen,
Where the trees are always green.

3 Little birds sing songs of praise
All the summer long;
Then in colder, shorter days
They forget their song:
But there is a place where angels sing
Ceaseless praises to their King;
Yes there is a place where angels sing
Ceaseless praises to their King.

4 Christ our Lord is ever near
Those who follow him;
Yet we cannot see him here,
For our eyes are dim:
But there is a blissful, happy place
Where we all may see his face;
Yes there is a blissful, happy place
Where we all may see his face.

Source: Wondrous Love: A Collection of Songs and Services for Sunday Schools #133