There lies a blessed country
Beyond the swelling river,
And there the people of God shall dwell
Forever and forever.
A land of milk and honey,
That drinks of the rain of heaven—
And to us the Lord by His changeless word
That glorious land has given.
Do you fear the deep dark river?
The river that flows between
The burning sand where now ye stand,
And the pastures cool and green?
Behold the ark of the Lord passed on—
A new and a wondrous road—
And there will it stand till ye reach the land,
The glorious land of God.
You shall see the river of death behind,
And the golden fields before,
You shall eat of the corn of that heavenly land
On the resurrection shore.
They sang a song in the olden days
When the foes lay dead on the strand,
But who lies dead on the shore to-clay
On the shore of the goodly land?
The murmurers of the desert years—
The tempters of the Lord
And a new-born race ye take their place,
To follow Him at His word.
We shall see the walls of Satan fall,
And the hosts of hell shall flee,
For we are the sons of the living God,
The host of the Lord are we.
The first-fruits of that goodly land,
Lord, we would offer now;
We praise Thee for Thy wondrous grace,
Our Savior God art Thou.
The grace that brought us to the land
Where Christ is gone before—
And here, O Lord, we praise Thy name
Forever, evermore.