THERE IS A LAND.
THERE IS A LAND.
And I said, O that I had wings like
a dove, then would I fly away and
be at rest! Psalter.
1.
There is a land, like Eden fair,
But more than Eden blest;
The wicked cease from troubling there,
The weary are at rest.
2.
There is a land of calmest shore,
Where ceaseless summers smile,
And winds, like angel whispers, pour
Across the shining isle.
3.
There is a land of purest mirth,
Where healing waters glide;
And there the wearied child of Earth
Untroubled may abide.
4.
There is a land, where Sorrow’s sons,
Like ocean’s wrecks, are tossed;
But there revive those weeping ones,
And Life’s dull sea is crossed!
5.
There is a land, where small and great
Before the Lord appear,
The spoils of fortune, and of fate,
Whom Heaven alone can cheer.
6.
There is a land, where star-like shine
The pearls of Christ’s renown:
And gems, long buried in the mine,
Are jewels in his crown.
7.
There is a land, like Eden fair,
But more than Eden blest;
Oh! for a wing to waft me there,
To fly, and be at rest!