The Unclouded Day - H

Oh, they tell me of a home far beyond the skies

They tell me of a home far away

Oh, they tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise

Oh, they tell me of an uncloudy day

Oh, the land of cloudless days

Oh, the land of an uncloudy sky

Oh, they tell me of a land where no storm clouds rise

Oh, they tell me of an uncloudy day

Oh, they tell me of a King in His beauty there

They tell me that mine eyes shall behold

Where He sits on a throne that is whiter than snow

In a city that is made of gold

Oh, the land of cloudless days

Oh, the land of an uncloudy sky

Oh, they tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise

Oh, they tell me of an uncloudy day

Oh, the land of cloudless days

Oh, the land of an uncloudy sky

Oh, they tell me of a land where no storm clouds rise

Oh, they tell me of an uncloudy day