O sweet and pleasant soil!
In thee no sorrow may be found,
No grief, no care, no toil.
In thee no sickness may be seen,
No hurt, no ache, no sore;
There is no death, no ugly deil,[680]
There’s life for evermore.
No dampish mist is seen in thee,
No cold nor darksome night;
There every soul shines as the sun,