The soft green hills of Canaan seeming
so close I can almost taste it's air
The golden sunsets, the stars are gleaming
oh my love, I'll meet you there
All God's promised - He's not forgotten
the land of love where war is rare
He'll bring to fruit all He's begotten
and I know my love - I'll meet you there
This land of strife
this land of war
This land of hate
will be no more
The strife of tongues
they will soon cease
As we fill our lungs
with the air of peace
So rest my love, take my hand
As God leads us to our promised land
Where milk and honey they flow abundantly
and God forever loves you and me,
loves you and me,
faithfully
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