The city does not need the sun or the moon to shine on it, for the glory of God gives it light, and the Lamb is its lamp.@Revelation 21:23
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Samuel Stennett (1727–1795)

Sam­u­el Sten­nett, in Se­lec­tion of Hymns, by John Rip­pon, 1787.

The Pro­mised Land Ma­til­da T. Dur­ham, in The South­ern Har­mo­ny and Mu­sic­al Com­pan­ion, by Will­iam Walk­er (New York: Hastings House, 1835). Ar­ranged by Rig­don M. Mc­In­tosh, 1895 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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William Walker (1809–1875)

On Jordan’s stormy banks I stand,
And cast a wishful eye
To Canaan’s fair and happy land,
Where my possessions lie.

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I am bound for the promised land,
I am bound for the promised land;
Oh who will come and go with me?
I am bound for the promised land.

O the transporting, rapturous scene,
That rises to my sight!
Sweet fields arrayed in living green,
And rivers of delight!

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There generous fruits that never fail,
On trees immortal grow;
There rocks and hills, and brooks and vales,
With milk and honey flow.

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O’er all those wide extended plains
Shines one eternal day;
There God the Son forever reigns,
And scatters night away.

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No chilling winds or poisonous breath
Can reach that healthful shore;
Sickness and sorrow, pain and death,
Are felt and feared no more.

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When I shall reach that happy place,
I’ll be forever blest,
For I shall see my Father’s face,
And in His bosom rest.

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Filled with delight my raptured soul
Would here no longer stay;
Though Jordan’s waves around me roll,
Fearless I’d launch away.

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