1 From the lofty hills of Moab,
Where thy weary feet shall stand,
Thou shalt look across the Jordan,
And behold the promised land;
The land of milk and honey,
Fertile land of corn and wine,
The land of springs and fountains,
’Tis the land that shall be thine.
2 From the lofty hills of Moab,
Thou shalt view the prospect o’er,
’Tis the land the Lord shall give thee,
And ’tis thine forevermore;
And tho’ thy eyes be dazzled
With the splendor of the sight,
Thy heart shall turn with rapture,
To the scene of pure delight.
3 From the lofty hills of Moab,
It is sweet indeed to rise
To the higher land of promise,
To the Canaan of the skies;
The land of heavenly glory,
Land of beauty all divine,
The land of many mansions,
That forever shall be thine.