The Promised Land (Gill)

I fled from Egypt’s bond­age

I heard that help was near;

I cast my care on Je­sus

And He dis­persed my fear:

I passed between the bil­lows;

Walled up on ev­ery hand

I trusted to my cap­tain

And sought the pro­mised land.

I am ov­er

yes ov­er

On Ca­naan’s shore I stand;

I am ov­er

yes

ov­er

In the pro­mised land.

I sang a song of tri­umph

I shout­ed o’er and o’er;

And then pur­sued my jour­ney

For Ca­naan’s hap­py shore:

I came to Si­nai’s mount­ain

I trod the de­sert sand

I drank at Hor­eb’s fount­ain

Seeking the pro­mised land.

The spies brought back their mes­sage

Some wept

some said

We can;

The land was all ’twas pro­mised

But who would lead the van?

At last

my heart des­pair­ing

Of en­ter­ing with this band

I cried aloud to Je­sus

To show the pro­mised land.

Then

af­ter wea­ry march­es

And many a long­ing sigh

I found the riv­er cross­ing

And saw the land was nigh:

The Lord looked down in mer­cy

By faith I touched His hand

I fol­lowed close be­side Him

And found the pro­mised land.

And now my song of glad­ness

I’m sing­ing day by day

For fel­low­ship with Je­sus

Makes calm and bright my way;

I fear not for the mor­row

For His al­migh­ty hand

I know shall lead and keep me

In this

the pro­mised land.