Verse 1
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 over

Verse 2
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 rod,
And blest retreats where empty souls draw nearer unto God

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 over

Verse 3
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 evermore you shall abide.

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 over