The land unconquered lies before,
Behind us peaceful Jordan's shore.
Before lie battles fierce and strong,
Behind the fighting's done and gone.
'Tis true there's blessings promised there;
Milk and honey a daily fare.
Grapes of Eshcol sweetly hang -
The seasonal early and latter rain.
But they say there's giants in that land,
Fortresses tall and cities
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