Good news, good news from the promised land!
Good news from the golden shore,
Where the ransomed hosts with their harps in hand
Are shouting evermore!
Glory to God for victory!
We’ll praise Him for the victory,
Thro’ Jesus Christ our Lord.
By faith we climb to the mountain’s brow,
And gaze on the clusters rare
Of the fruits that grow on the tree of life
For those who enter there.
No sin nor death in the promised land,
No toil for the weary soul,
But the glad new song of the blood-washed throng
In ceaseless joy shall roll.
No night of tears in the promised land,
From care we shall all be free;
We shall walk in white by the river clear,
The Lamb our light shall be.