44. COME OVER

There’s a land of peace and plenty,

and its gates are open wide;

And the pure in heart and

Holy in its shelter may abide,

It is not thro’ gates of glory

That a soul must enter in;

But all who would find entrance

There must leave the ways of sin.

Chorus:

Come over, come over,

To the land of corn and wine,

There is nothing can compare with the many

Holy pleasures there,

Come over, come over, leave the

Desert plain below and come away,

Away, come o…. ver.

There is bread of heaven growing,

in its fair and fertile fields,

And the wine of love its

Vineyard to the thirsting mortal yields;

There are mountain heights of

Glory that await the trav’lers roo,

And blest retreats where

Empty souls draw nearer unto God

Who would stay without its borders,

in the desert dark and drear,

When the luscious grapes of

Eschol are so very, very, near?

Enter in then with rejoicing,

For the Lord is on your side,

And in His glorious presence

Ever more shall abide.