No more shall I look to the far skies
for my Father's loving aid;
Since here upon earth His treasure lies,
and here is His kingdom laid.
No more through the mist of things unknown
I'll search for the Promised Land;
For time is the footstool of His throne,
and I am within His hand.
The wealth that is more than finest gold is here,
if I shall but ask;
And wisdom unguessed and power untole
are here for every task.
The gates of heaven are before my eyes;
Their key is within my hand;
No more shall I look to the far skies;
For here is the Promised Land.