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I am bound for the promised land. 1/4 Verse 2 happy birds that sing and fly round thy
altars, O Most high! happier souls that find a rest
Verse 2 in a heavenly Father's breast!
O'er all those wide extended plains shines one
eternal day; there god the Son forever reigns, Like the wandering dove that found No repose
and scatters night away. on earth around they can their ark repair, And
enjoy it ever there. 2/4
Chorus
I am bound for the promised land, I am bound Verse 3
for the promised land, oh, who will come and Happy Souls! Their praises flow
go with me? In this vale of sin and woe;
I am bound for the promised land. 2/4 Waters in the desert rise,
Manna feeds them from the skies,
Verse 3
No chilling winds or poisonous breath can reach On they go from strength to strength,
that healthful shore; sickness and sorrow, pain Till they reach Thy throneat length
and death, are in his bosom rest. At thy feet adoring fall,
Who hast led them safe through all. 3/4
Chorus
I am bound for the promised land, I am bound Verse 4
for the promised land, oh, who will come and Lord, be mine this prize to win;
go with me? Guide me through a world of sin;
I am bound for the promised land. 3/4 Keep me thy saving grace;
Give me at thy side a place.
Verse 4
When I shall reach that happy place, I'll be Sun and sheild alike thou art;
forever blest, for I shall see my Father's face, Guide and guard my erring heart:
and in his bosom rest. Grace and glory flow from thee; Shower, O
shower them, Lord on me! 4/4 Amen.
Chorus HOME
I am bound for the promised land, I am bound 358 Depth of mercy! Can there be
for the promised land, oh, who will come and Depth of mercy! Can there be Mercy still
go with me? reserved for me?
I am bound for the promised land. 4/4 Can my God His wrath forbear,
HOME Me, the chief of sinners, spare?
357 Pleasant are Thy courts
above, I have long withstood His grace,
Verse 1 Long provoked Him to His face,
Pleasant are Thy courts above, in the land of Would not hearken to His calls,
light and love pleasant are thy courts below, in Grieved Him by a thousand falls.
this land of sin and woe.
Whence to me this waste of love? Ask my
o my spirit longs and faints for the converse of Advocate above!
thy saints for the brightness of thy face, for the See the cause in Jesus' face,
fullness, God of grace 1/4 Now before the throne of grace.
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