A goodly land mine eyes behold,
With bounteous fruitage richly blest;
With pastures green, and waters still,
Where weary hearts may sweetly rest;
The wilderness left far behind,
With eager heart I press ahead,
For God hath given unto me
Each foot of land my feet shall tread.
Lord, lead me on to fields untrod,
The mountain heights that tower above;
A vision give me of the land,
The Canaan land of perfect love.
What tho’ I hear of giants strong,
And cities walled that rise to Heav’n;
My heav’nly Joshua still leads on,
His mighty strength to me is giv’n;
In armor bright with sword divine
And faith that overcometh all,
My Captain’s orders I obey,
While Jerichos in ruins fall.
As on I go new views I gain,
Far reaching fields, and mountains grand;
My soul exults in future joys
Which wait me in this Canaan land.
No lack I know, since He doth lead
In vales with milk and honey blest;
But yet I know there still remains
A boundless land to be possessed.