They desire a better country, that is, an heavenly: wherefore God is not ashamed to be called their God. Hebrews 11:16
From Egypt lately come,
Where death and darkness reign,
We seek our new, our better home,
Where we our rest shall gain.
We are on our way to God.
To Canaan’s sacred bound
We haste with songs of joy!
Where peace and liberty are found,
And sweets that never cloy.
Our toils and conflicts cease
On Canaan’s happy shore;
We there shall dwell in endless peace,
And never hunger more.
But hark! those distant sounds
That strike our listening ears,
They come from Canaan’s happy bounds,
Where God our king appears.
There, in celestial strains,
Enraptured myriads sing;
There love in every bosom reigns,
For God Himself is king.
We soon shall join the throng,
Their pleasures we shall share;
And sing the everlasting song,
With all the ransomed there.
How sweet the prospect is!
It cheers the pilgrim’s heart;
We’re journeying through the wilderness,
But soon shall gain our rest.