BEYOND THE SKIES
LEMUEL KAYHART
LEMUEL KAYHART
LEMUEL KAYHART
There is a land beyond the skies,Where joy and pleasure never dies;A land from sin and sorrow free,Oh! how I long that land to see.I fain would leave this world of woe,And to that happy land I’d go;I’d bid adieu to earthly tiesAnd reign with Him beyond the skies.Who made this world, the shining sun,And bid the stars their courses run?Who formed the land, who made the trees,The mighty oceans and the seas?Who reared the mountains crowned in green,The winding rivers roll between;And all that’s seen by human eyes,And all beyond the bright blue skies?Who scattered countless worlds through spaceTo onward plod their weary race,Till God shall stand on sea and shore,Declaring time shall be no more?Oh! great Jehovah, faithful friend,On Thee our fainting souls depend;Guide us with unerring eye,To realms of bliss beyond the sky.Beautiful land, enchanted land,Where angels to me beckoning stand,To call me from this earth awayTo reign with Christ in endless day.By faith I see that happy land,The vacant seat at Christ’s right hand;The place that waits me till I riseTo reign with Him beyond the skies.By faith those pearly gates I see,Those gates stand open wide for me;The angels there in waiting standTo pass me to that happy land.The dear ones in that happy land,Methinks I see them hand in hand;A sister and a darling boy,And oh! it thrills my soul with joy—To think of meeting them again,Beyond this world of care and pain;Glorious anthems there will rise,When I get home beyond the skies.Beautiful land, land of light,The angels robed in pearly white;My very soul within me sighs,To gain that land beyond the skies.No troubles there will mar our peace,Our pleasures there will never cease;No tears of grief will dim our eyes,In that bright land beyond the skies.Beautiful land with streets of gold,Thy splendors half can ne’er be told;When shall my soul to thee arise—Jehovah’s throne beyond the skies.This life is but a troubled dream;When shall I cross cold Jordan’s stream?Oh! hasten death, my soul replies,To waft me home beyond the skies.
There is a land beyond the skies,Where joy and pleasure never dies;A land from sin and sorrow free,Oh! how I long that land to see.I fain would leave this world of woe,And to that happy land I’d go;I’d bid adieu to earthly tiesAnd reign with Him beyond the skies.Who made this world, the shining sun,And bid the stars their courses run?Who formed the land, who made the trees,The mighty oceans and the seas?Who reared the mountains crowned in green,The winding rivers roll between;And all that’s seen by human eyes,And all beyond the bright blue skies?Who scattered countless worlds through spaceTo onward plod their weary race,Till God shall stand on sea and shore,Declaring time shall be no more?Oh! great Jehovah, faithful friend,On Thee our fainting souls depend;Guide us with unerring eye,To realms of bliss beyond the sky.Beautiful land, enchanted land,Where angels to me beckoning stand,To call me from this earth awayTo reign with Christ in endless day.By faith I see that happy land,The vacant seat at Christ’s right hand;The place that waits me till I riseTo reign with Him beyond the skies.By faith those pearly gates I see,Those gates stand open wide for me;The angels there in waiting standTo pass me to that happy land.The dear ones in that happy land,Methinks I see them hand in hand;A sister and a darling boy,And oh! it thrills my soul with joy—To think of meeting them again,Beyond this world of care and pain;Glorious anthems there will rise,When I get home beyond the skies.Beautiful land, land of light,The angels robed in pearly white;My very soul within me sighs,To gain that land beyond the skies.No troubles there will mar our peace,Our pleasures there will never cease;No tears of grief will dim our eyes,In that bright land beyond the skies.Beautiful land with streets of gold,Thy splendors half can ne’er be told;When shall my soul to thee arise—Jehovah’s throne beyond the skies.This life is but a troubled dream;When shall I cross cold Jordan’s stream?Oh! hasten death, my soul replies,To waft me home beyond the skies.
There is a land beyond the skies,Where joy and pleasure never dies;A land from sin and sorrow free,Oh! how I long that land to see.
There is a land beyond the skies,
Where joy and pleasure never dies;
A land from sin and sorrow free,
Oh! how I long that land to see.
I fain would leave this world of woe,And to that happy land I’d go;I’d bid adieu to earthly tiesAnd reign with Him beyond the skies.
I fain would leave this world of woe,
And to that happy land I’d go;
I’d bid adieu to earthly ties
And reign with Him beyond the skies.
Who made this world, the shining sun,And bid the stars their courses run?Who formed the land, who made the trees,The mighty oceans and the seas?
Who made this world, the shining sun,
And bid the stars their courses run?
Who formed the land, who made the trees,
The mighty oceans and the seas?
Who reared the mountains crowned in green,The winding rivers roll between;And all that’s seen by human eyes,And all beyond the bright blue skies?
Who reared the mountains crowned in green,
The winding rivers roll between;
And all that’s seen by human eyes,
And all beyond the bright blue skies?
Who scattered countless worlds through spaceTo onward plod their weary race,Till God shall stand on sea and shore,Declaring time shall be no more?
Who scattered countless worlds through space
To onward plod their weary race,
Till God shall stand on sea and shore,
Declaring time shall be no more?
Oh! great Jehovah, faithful friend,On Thee our fainting souls depend;Guide us with unerring eye,To realms of bliss beyond the sky.
Oh! great Jehovah, faithful friend,
On Thee our fainting souls depend;
Guide us with unerring eye,
To realms of bliss beyond the sky.
Beautiful land, enchanted land,Where angels to me beckoning stand,To call me from this earth awayTo reign with Christ in endless day.
Beautiful land, enchanted land,
Where angels to me beckoning stand,
To call me from this earth away
To reign with Christ in endless day.
By faith I see that happy land,The vacant seat at Christ’s right hand;The place that waits me till I riseTo reign with Him beyond the skies.
By faith I see that happy land,
The vacant seat at Christ’s right hand;
The place that waits me till I rise
To reign with Him beyond the skies.
By faith those pearly gates I see,Those gates stand open wide for me;The angels there in waiting standTo pass me to that happy land.
By faith those pearly gates I see,
Those gates stand open wide for me;
The angels there in waiting stand
To pass me to that happy land.
The dear ones in that happy land,Methinks I see them hand in hand;A sister and a darling boy,And oh! it thrills my soul with joy—
The dear ones in that happy land,
Methinks I see them hand in hand;
A sister and a darling boy,
And oh! it thrills my soul with joy—
To think of meeting them again,Beyond this world of care and pain;Glorious anthems there will rise,When I get home beyond the skies.
To think of meeting them again,
Beyond this world of care and pain;
Glorious anthems there will rise,
When I get home beyond the skies.
Beautiful land, land of light,The angels robed in pearly white;My very soul within me sighs,To gain that land beyond the skies.
Beautiful land, land of light,
The angels robed in pearly white;
My very soul within me sighs,
To gain that land beyond the skies.
No troubles there will mar our peace,Our pleasures there will never cease;No tears of grief will dim our eyes,In that bright land beyond the skies.
No troubles there will mar our peace,
Our pleasures there will never cease;
No tears of grief will dim our eyes,
In that bright land beyond the skies.
Beautiful land with streets of gold,Thy splendors half can ne’er be told;When shall my soul to thee arise—Jehovah’s throne beyond the skies.
Beautiful land with streets of gold,
Thy splendors half can ne’er be told;
When shall my soul to thee arise—
Jehovah’s throne beyond the skies.
This life is but a troubled dream;When shall I cross cold Jordan’s stream?Oh! hasten death, my soul replies,To waft me home beyond the skies.
This life is but a troubled dream;
When shall I cross cold Jordan’s stream?
Oh! hasten death, my soul replies,
To waft me home beyond the skies.