Beaches of Golden Sand

When I think of my heavenly promised land, Where someday I will make my eternal home, With Jesus, who came, the world to redeem; Oh how the best things of this world grow dim! When I imagine God’s beaches of golden sand Along the shiny shore of the smiley glassy sea; I cannot wait there to go and on my place stand. Oh what a joyful thought; what an eternal land! Where down here on earth can I find anything, To compare with the immortal flowers above; Which never fade away by day-they feel alright- As they sing glories to God; for all is light. Who can show me in this ailing world anything, Close to the water of life clear as crystal above. Which never freeze; for there is not any winter— But flows graciously; inviting me eternity to enter! My land smells some sweet smell of rare roses, Angels sing soft songs seasoned with angelic smiles Every time I think of this land and its unfading roses, I wonder how fairer my Jesus looks when He smiles. Oh when I think of my ever sweet promised land All valuables I have round about me simply fade away. When I picture the everlasting beaches of golden sand All the earthly white sand beaches simply fade away. Oh when I think of my heavenly promised land, Where someday I will make my eternal home; I feel so lonely in this world, I am so home sick! I long to go home to sing with angels every week, Praising God for ever as I eat from the tree of life. Shouting Alleluia as I drink the water of life. For there will be no more crying no more dying; But singing and shouting and praising Jesus our King. I know it’s possible through the blood of the Lamb.