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.