This one's a couple hundred years old, and our dad's parents used to sing this song.Oh, really?Yeah, it's a great song.I am dwelling on the mountainWhere the golden sunlight gleamsO'er a land whose wondrous beautyFar exceeds my fondest dreamsWhere the air is pure and feralLaid on with the breath of lifeThey are blooming by the fountainBeneath the amaranthine boughsI can see for down the mountainWhere I've walkedI can see for down the mountainWondered weary yearsOften hindered on my journeyBy the ghost of doubts and fearsBroken vows and disappointmentsBigly broken dreamsThey sprinkled all the wayBut the spirit led unerringTo the land I hold todayIs not this the land of your love?Is not this the land of your love?Is not this the land of your love?Blessed, blessed, blessed landO'er the land of lightWhere the flowers bloom foreverAnd the sun is always brightTell me notOf heavy crossesNor of burdens hard to bearFor I've foundThis great salvationIt makes each burden light appearAnd I love to follow JesusGladly counting all but drawsWorldly honors all forsakeFor the glory of the crossOh, the cross has wondrous gloryOft I've proved this to be trueWhen I'm in the crossOh, the way so narrowI can see a pathway throughOh, and how sweetly Jesus whispersTake thy cross and need not fearFor I trustThou art the way before theeAnd the glory lingers nearOh, and is not thisThe land of your loveBlessed, blessedBlessed land of loveWhere the flowers bloom foreverAnd the sun is always brightYeah.The Isaacs.Whoo!Man!