The promised land.

FAR from these narrow scenes of night, Unbounded glories rise, And realms of infinite delight, Unknown to mortal eyes.

There pain and sickness never come, And grief no more complains; Health triumphs in immortal bloom, And endless pleasure reigns.

No clouds those blissful regions know, Forever bright and fair! For sin, the source of mortal woe, Can never enter there.

Oh may the heavenly prospect fire Our hearts with ardent love, Till wings of faith and strong desire Bear every thought above.

Prepare us, Lord, by grace divine, For thy bright courts on high, Then bid our spirits rise and join The chorus of the sky.