My bretheren, I have found A land that doth abound With fruit as sweet as honey; The more I eat I find, The more I am inclined To shout and sing Hosanna. My soul doth long to go Where I may fully know, The glory of my Savior; And as I pass along, I'll sing the Christian song I'm going to live forever. Perhaps you think me wild, Or simple as a child; I am a child of glory; I am born from above, My soul is filled with love; I love to tell the story. My soul now sits and sings And practices it's wings, And contemplates the hour When the messenger shall say 'Come quit this house of clay, And with bright angels tower.' And as I pass along I'll sing the Christian song I'm going to live forever, Forever.