Once I served as slave in Egypt, troubles faced unceasing

Once I served as slave in Egypt

troubles faced unceasing

By sin burdened oft in conscience

with no rest at hand

How I yearned less bricks to burn

but burdens kept increasing—

Sad

I’d never heard of the beauteous land.

I’ve scaled the lofty mountain

as the sun shines bright on me;

I’m drinking at the fountain that flows unceasingly.

What joy! What riches! Milk and honey

grace as oil abundantly!

What joy! I’m dwelling in God’s Good Land.

Praise to the Passover Lamb; praise for His blood’s redemption!

Baptized

freed from Egypt

in the wilderness to stand;

Wand’ring oft in circles

sometimes tempted

sometimes strengthened

I lacked faith to enter the glorious land.

Christ my Lord has raised me to the heavens

with Him seated;

Pow’rs in air He’s vanquished; Satan has no rest or stand!

In the name of Jesus

Hades and its pow’rs retreated;

There is total vict’ry in God’s Good Land!

Here is joy none can exceed

and peace beyond all measure

Glad communion

love most sweet

and hymns on every hand!

No more sorrow

lonely feeling—only rest and pleasure

Hallelujah! This is the glorious land!