Land of Pleasure

There is a land of plea­sure

Where streams of joy for ev­er roll

’Tis there I have my trea­sure

And there I long to rest my soul.

Long dark­ness dwelt around me

With scarce­ly once a cheer­ing ray

But since my Sav­ior found me

A lamp has shone along my way.

But since my Sav­ior found me

A lamp has shone along my way.

My way is full of dan­ger

But ’tis the path that leads to God;

And like a faith­ful sol­dier

I’ll march along the heav­en­ly road;

Now I must gird my sword on

My breast­plate

hel­met

and my shield

And fight the hosts of Sa­tan

Until I reach the heav­en­ly field.

And fight the hosts of Sa­tan

Until I reach the heav­en­ly field.

I’m on the way to Zi­on

Still guard­ed by my Sav­ior’s hand;

O

come along

dear sin­ners

And view Em­ma­nuel’s hap­py land:

To all that stay be­hind me

I bid a long

a sad fare­well!

O come! or you’ll re­pent it

When you shall reach the gates of hell.

O come! or you’ll re­pent it

When you shall reach the gates of hell.

The vale of tears sur­rounds me

And Jor­dan’s cur­rent rolls before;

O! how I stand and tremble

To hear the dis­mal wa­ters roar!

Whose hand shall then sup­port me

And keep my soul from sink­ing there?

From sink­ing down to dark­ness

And to the re­gions of des­pair?

From sink­ing down to dark­ness

And to the re­gions of des­pair?

This stream shall not af­fright me

Although it take me to the grave;

If Je­sus stand be­side me

I’ll safe­ly ride on Jor­dan’s wave:

His word can calm the ocean

His lamp can cheer the gloomy vale:

O may this Friend be with me

When through the gates of death I sail!

O may this Friend be with me

When through the gates of death I sail!

Come

then

thou king of ter­rors

Thy fa­tal dart may lay me low;

But soon I’ll reach those re­gions

Where ev­er­last­ing plea­sures flow:

O sin­ners

I must leave you

And join that bless­ed im­mor­tal band

No more to stand be­side you

Till at the judg­ment bar we stand.

No more to stand be­side you

Till at the judg­ment bar we stand.

Soon the arch­an­gel’s trum­pet

Shall shake the globe from pole to pole.

And all the wheels of na­ture

Shall in a mo­ment cease to roll.

Then we shall see the Sav­ior

With shin­ing ranks of an­gels come

To exe­cute His ven­geance

And take His ran­somed people home.

To exe­cute His ven­geance

And take His ran­somed peo­ple home.