431
C. M.
The heavenly Canaan.
On Jordan’s stormy banks I stand,
And cast a wishful eye
To Canaan’s fair and happy land,
Where my possessions lie.
2 O the transporting, rapturous scene,
That rises to my sight!
Sweet fields arrayed in living green,
And rivers of delight!
3 There generous fruits that never fail
On trees immortal grow;
There rocks and hills, and brooks and vales,
With milk and honey flow.
4 All o’er these wide, extended plains,
Shines one eternal day;
There God, the Son, for ever reigns,
And scatters night away.
5 No chilling winds nor poisonous breath
Can reach that healthful shore;
Sickness and sorrow, pain and death,
Are felt and feared no more.
6 When shall I reach that happy place,
And be for ever blest!
When shall I see my Father’s face,
And in his bosom rest!
7 Filled with delight, my raptured soul
Would here no longer stay;
Though Jordan’s waves around me roll,
Fearless I’d launch away.
Stennett.