Oh, brethren I have found a land that doth abound
With fruit as sweet as honey;
The more I eat, I find, the more I am inclined
To shout and sing hosanna.
And as I pass along I’ll sing the Christian’s song,
I’m going to live forever.
My soul doth long to go where I may fully know
The glories of my Savior;
Perhaps you think me wild, or simple as a child;