To that land up above where the ransomed shall go, There to live and never more die; Let me be, with Christ, on that beautiful shore, In that home that's built in the sky. In that land we will need neither sun, nor the moon, Need no light to show us the way, But the radiance from Christ our Saviour and King, Makes the land far brighter than day. Let me go, with my friends to that bright, happy home, When the Lord shall call me to come; Praising God! Our King! While the long ages roll, Let me live, Oh Lord! In that home.