Who would not seek the happy land, Where they that loved are blest?

2 Thou wast their Rock, their Fortress, and their Might;
Thou, Lord, their Captain in the well-fought fight;
Thou, in the darkness drear, their one true Light. Alleluia!

3 O, may Thy soldiers, faithful, true, and bold,

Fight as the saints who nobly fought of old,

And win with them the victors' crown of gold. Alleluia!

4 O blest communion, fellowship divine!

We feebly struggle: they in glory shine;

Yet all are one in Thee, for all are Thine. Alleluia!

5 And when the strife is fierce, the warfare long,

Steals on the ear the distant triumph-song,

And hearts are brave again, and arms are strong. Alleluia!

On Jordan's storm -y banks I stand, And cast a wish - ful

fair and happy land, To Canaan's fair and happy land, Where my possessions

lie. A-MEN.

ransomed saints Throng up the steeps of light: 'Tis finished, all is fin-ished,