Eye hath not seen, ear hath not heard
Nor hath the fancy portrayed,
What the dear Lord hath in reserve,
If His commands are obeyed.

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We shall wander no more, but on the bright shore,
We’ll share in that home the glory to come;
We shall wander no more, but on the bright shore,
We’ll share in that home the glory to come.

Mansions of joy, ages ago,
Jesus the Master foretold;
They are for us, just as they were
For the disciples of old.

Refrain

Pilgrims are we, seeking to find,
Regions than Canaan more fair;
Heav’n is our home, over the tide,
Where is no sorrow or care.

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Loved ones are there, torn from us here,
We their dear faces shall see;
Never farewell then shall be said,
Never a parting shall be.

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