THERE IS A LAND OF BEAUTIFUL FLOWERS

I know there is a land 
of beautiful flowers,
Where we will meet again
when life is o’er
Where we will while away
the endless hours
On heavens bright eternal
shore.

The prettiest beds of flowers
will be blooming
In the prettiest dream town
I shall ever behold
And the prettiest songs
with the angels well be singing
By the prettiest mansion
made of purest gold.

The prettiest robes and crowns
we will all be wearing
In the beautiful square beyond
this world of trials
Where the tree of life for us is
awaiting
By the prettiest mansion
made of purest gold.