Nor sin nor sorrow know:
Blest seats! ’mid rude and stormy scenes,
I onward press to you.
4 Why should I shrink from pain and woe,
Or feel at death dismay?
I’ve Canaan’s goodly land in view,
And realms of endless day.
5 Apostles, martyrs, prophets, there,
Around my Saviour stand,
And soon my friends in Christ below