From Egypt Lately Come

From Egypt late­ly come

Where death and dark­ness reign

We seek our new

our bet­ter home

Where we our rest shall gain.

Hallelujah! Hal­le­lu­jah!

Hallelujah!

We are on our way to God.

To Ca­naan’s sac­red bound

We haste with songs of joy!

Where peace and li­ber­ty are found

And sweets that nev­er cloy.

Our toils and con­flicts cease

On Ca­naan’s hap­py shore;

We there shall dwell in end­less peace

And nev­er hun­ger more.

But hark! those dist­ant sounds

That strike our list­en­ing ears

They come from Ca­naan’s hap­py bounds

Where God our king ap­pears.

There

in ce­les­tial strains

Enraptured myr­iads sing;

There love in ev­ery bosom reigns

For God Him­self is king.

We soon shall join the throng

Their plea­sures we shall share;

And sing the ev­er­last­ing song

With all the ran­somed there.

How sweet the pros­pect is!

It cheers the pil­grim’s heart;

We’re jour­ney­ing through the wil­der­ness

But soon shall gain our rest.