There is a land of pleasure,
Where streams of joy forever roll;
‘Tis there I have my treasure,
And there I long to rest my soul;
Long darkness dwelt around me
With scarcely once a cheering ray,
But since my Savior found me,
A lamp has shone along my way.
The vale of tears surrounds me,
And Jordan’s current rolls before;
O! how I stand and tremble,
To hear the dismal waters roar!
Whose hand shall then support me,
And keep my soul from sinking there,
From sinking down to darkness,
And to the regions of despair?