The Primitive Quartet - This promise i will make you

^Bb There’s a land of milk and honey so^Ebmewhere across the tide And earthly^F pilgrims soon shall go there, if they’re among the^Bb bride ^Bb Tis a land that knows no parting, neithe^Ebr sickness, pain or care And this^F promise I will make you, I will meet you ove^Bbr there

^Bb This promise I will make you, should we^Eb never meet again On^F this side of the river, in this lowly land of^Bb sin ^Bb I’ll be present in that number, robe and^Eb garments pure and white And you will^F find me in that city standing somewhere near the^Bb line

^Bb Just a veil that separates us, from that^Eb land of rapture sweet Then we’ll^F view that land of splendor, and our loved ones we shall^Bb meet ^Bb Think of waking on some morning, and the^Eb Saviors face behold Then we’ll^F praise His name forever, on the streets of purest^Bb gold

^Bb This promise I will make you, should w^Ebe never meet again On^F this side of the river, in this lowly land of^Bb sin ^Bb I’ll be present in that number, robe and^Eb garments pure and white And you will^F find me in that city standing somewhere near the^Bb line

And you will^F find me in that city standing somewhere near the^Bb line