That Celestial Land

I want to dwell in a house on a hill

Where flood waters cannot come nigh
And hear the singing of a bird's trill
As it soars from a tree to the sky.

I want to gaze on a mountain stream
As it gently winds around the bends
And behold its silver hues in sunlight
As to the earth its great beauty sends.

All these earthly dreams of mine
Are really ever so hard to compare
With the beauty of mansions in Heaven
That Christ Jesus has gone to prepare.

I want to dwell in that celestial land
And sing praises to my God forever
Where half its beauty has ne'er been told
And there is no night there, no never!