LXXIX. The Promis'd Land

1 Far from these narrow Scenes of Night,
Unbounded Glories rise,
And Realms of infinite delight,
Unknown to Mortal Eyes.

2 There Pain and Sickness never come,
And Grief no more complains;
Health Triumphs in Immortal Bloom,
And endless Pleasure reigns.

3 No Cloud those blissful Regions know,
For ever bright and fair!
For Sin, the source of mortal Woe,
Can never enter there.

4 There no alternate Night is known,
Nor Sun's faint sickly Ray;
But Glory from the sacred Throne
Spreads everlasting Day.

5 O may the heav'nly Prospect fire
Our Hearts with ardent Love,
Till Wings of Faith, and strong Desire
Bear ev'ry Thought above.

6 Prepare us, Lord, by Grace Divine
For thy bright Courts on High;
Then bid our Spirits rise and join
The Chorus of the Sky.

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First Line: Far from these narrow Scenes of Night
Title: The Promis'd Land
Language: English
Publication Date: 1791
Topic: Christian Consolation
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