The promised land.

3. There generous fruits that never fail,
On trees immortal grow;
There rock, and hill, and brook, and vale,
With milk and honey flow.

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

5. No chilling winds, or pois'nous breath,
Can reach that healthful shore;
Sickness and sorrow, pain and death,
Are felt and fear'd no more.

6. When shall I reach that happy place,

And be forever blest?

When shall I see my Father's face,
And in his bosom rest?

7. Fill'd with delight, my raptured soul
Would here no longer stay:
Though Jordan's waves around me roll,
Fearless I'd launch away.

418.

Consolations in sickness.

1. When languor and disease invade
This trembling house of clay,
'Tis sweet to look beyond my pains,
And long to fly away;-

2. Sweet to look inward, and attend
The whispers of his love;
Sweet to look upward, to the place
Where Jesus pleads above;-

3. Sweet to look back, and see my name
In life's fair book set down;
Sweet to look forward, and behold
Eternal joys my own;-