In Canaan

I was once out of Je­sus

I knocked

He let me in;

He knew that I was hun­gry

And sick with in­ward sin.

To me He of­fered plen­ty

I cold­ly turned away;

I thought ’twas all for­give­ness

O then I could not say—

He saves me

He saves me

From ev­ery stain of sin;

And now I rest in Ca­naan

And Je­sus dwells with­in.

But O

the love of Je­sus

He knew my grief and pain

And sent a bless­èd an­gel

To turn me back again;

And now I’m feast­ing with Him

My Sav­ior and my king

And filled with ho­ly rap­ture

I love to shout and sing—

How can I tell for Je­sus

His won­drous love to me

That saved me from de­struct­ion

And set my na­ture free;

These lips of mine are hu­man

And can­not half ex­press

His ten­der love and plead­ing

But glad­ly I con­fess—