The Canaan Land of Perfect Love

A good­ly land mine eyes be­hold

With boun­te­ous fruit­age rich­ly blest;

With pas­tures green

and wa­ters still

Where wea­ry hearts may sweet­ly rest;

The wil­der­ness left far be­hind

With eag­er heart I press ahead

For God hath giv­en unto me

Each foot of land my feet shall tread.

Lord

lead me on to fields un­trod

The mount­ain heights that tow­er above;

A vi­sion give me of the land

The Ca­naan land of per­fect love.

What tho’ I hear of gi­ants strong

And ci­ties walled that rise to Heav’n;

My heav’n­ly Jo­shua still leads on

His migh­ty strength to me is giv’n;

In ar­mor bright with sword di­vine

And faith that ov­er­com­eth all

My cap­tain’s or­ders I ob­ey

While Je­ri­chos in ru­ins fall.

As on I go new views I gain

Far reach­ing fields

and mount­ains grand;

My soul ex­ults in fu­ture joys

Which wait me in this Ca­naan land.

No lack I know

since He doth lead

In vales with milk and ho­ney blest;

But yet I know there still re­mains

A bound­less land to be pos­sessed.