Sweet Prospect Testo

On Jordan's stormy banks I stand,And cast a wishful eye,
To Canaan's fair and happy land,
Where my possessions lie.
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Oh, the transporting, rapt'rous scene,
That rises to my sight,
Sweet fields arrayed in living green,
And rivers of delight.
O'er all those wide extended plains,
Shines one eternal day;
There God the Son forever reigns,
And scatters night away.
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No chilling winds, or pois'nous breath,
Can reach that healthful shore;
Sickness and sorrow, pain and death,
Are felt and feared no more.
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