Come Over into Canaan (Byers)

I came to Jor­dan’s sul­len stream;

With trust­ing heart I there had been

Directed by my Sav­ior’s hand

Tow’rd Canaan’s bright and bless­èd land.

Come ov­er in­to the Ca­naan land

Come ov­er into the Ca­naan land

Where figs and grapes so plen­te­ous grow

Where milk and ho­ney free­ly flow

Come ov­er in­to the Ca­naan land.

My ma­ny sins were all for­giv’n

My heart was clear with light from Heav’n;

And yet I longed for deep­er grace

In Ca­naan’s bless­èd rest­ing place.

I saw the death I had to die

A death in which my soul did cry;

The fright­en­ing waves my heart did chill

But I must yield

’twas Heav­en’s will.

O se­cond grace! I find it sweet!

God’s ho­ly will is now com­plete:

The Fa­ther

Son

and Spir­it reign;

All in­ward foes are sure­ly slain.