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Though nature's strength decay, And earth and hell withstand, To Canaan's bounds I urge my way   At his command; The watery deep I pass With Jesus in my view, And through the howling wilderness   My way pursue.
The goodly land I see, With peace and plenty blest, A land of sacred liberty   And endless rest; There milk and honey flow, And oil and wine abound, And trees of life for ever grow,   with mercy crowned.
There dwells the Lord our King, The Lord our Righteousness ; Triumphant o'er the world and sin,   The Prince of Peace On Zion's sacred height His kingdom still maintains, And glorious with his saints in light   For ever reigns.
The whole triumphant host Give thanks to God on high ; 'Hail, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost!'   They ever cry. Hail, Abraham's God, and mine! I join the heavenly lays; All might and majesty are thine,   And endless praise.


(SECOND TUNE)

HARVINGTON. (6 6. 8 4. D) 𝅗𝅥=96. C. E. Kettle (1833- )


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