The people called Christians
Have many things to tell
About the land of Canaan,
Where saints and angels dwell;
But here a dismal ocean,
Enclosing them around,
With its tides still divides
Them from Canaan’s happy ground.

The passengers united
In order, peace, and love;
The wind is in our favor,
How swiftly do we move!
Though tempests may assail us,
And raging billows roar,
We will sweep thro’ the deep,
Till we reach fair Canaan’s shore.

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