Sarah, take me by my arm   Tomorrow we are Canaan bound   Where westward sails the golden sun   And Hebron's hills are amber crowned      So bid your troubled heart be still   The grass, they say, is soft and green   The trees are tall and honey-filled   So, Sarah, come and walk with me      Like the stars across the heavens flung   Like water in the desert sprung   Like the grains of sand, our many sons   Oh, Sarah, fair and barren one   Come to Canaan, come      I trembled at the voice of God   A voice of love and thunder deep   With love He means to save us all   And Love has chosen you and me      Long after we are dead and gone   A thousand years our tale be sung   How faith compelled and bore us on   How barren Sarah bore a son   So come to Canaan, come      Where westward sails the golden sun   And Hebron's hills are amber crowned   Oh, Sarah, take me by my arm   Tomorrow we are Canaan Bound      Copyright 2003 New Spring Publishing, Inc.