Scripture Verse

A land flowing with milk and honey. Exodus 3:8


Words: Jo­shua Gill, in Re­vi­val Hymns, ed­it­ed by J. M. Kerr (To­ro­nto, On­tar­io, Ca­na­da: Will­iam Briggs, 1889).

Music: Will­iam J. Kirk­pat­rick (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pic­ture of Gill (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),

William J. Kirkpatrick (1838–1921)


I fled from Egypt’s bondage,
I heard that help was near;
I cast my care on Je­sus,
And He dispersed my fear:
I passed between the billows;
Walled up on every hand,
I trusted to my captain,
And sought the promised land.


I am over, yes over
On Canaan’s shore I stand;
I am over, yes, over,
In the promised land.

I sang a song of triumph,
I shouted o’er and o’er;
And then pursued my journey,
For Canaan’s happy shore:
I came to Sinai’s mountain,
I trod the desert sand,
I drank at Horeb’s fountain,
Seeking the promised land.


The spies brought back their message,
Some wept, some said, “We can”;
The land was all ’twas promised,
But who would lead the van?
At last, my heart despairing,
Of entering with this band,
I cried aloud to Je­sus,
To show the promised land.


Then, after weary marches,
And many a longing sigh,
I found the river crossing,
And saw the land was nigh:
The Lord looked down in mercy,
By faith I touched His hand,
I followed close beside Him,
And found the promised land.


And now my song of gladness
I’m singing day by day,
For fellowship with Je­sus
Makes calm and bright my way;
I fear not for the morrow,
For His al­migh­ty hand
I know shall lead and keep me
In this, the promised land.