Promised land

At last, after years of patient waiting, he stood like Moses on the mountain, looking down into the Promised Land.

"Be good, my boy, and God will make you great." Then she said she was cold, and . . . murmured: "I'll away, I'll away to the Promised Land—to the Promised Land. […] It is cold—so cold—God keep my boy!"

On Sunday night, April 29, 1900 Engineman John Luther Jones, called "Casey", […] took his farewell journey to the promised land.

The country, too, which had been the promised land of my boyhood, did not, like most promised lands, disappoint me.

When Frances had developed her plan, she intimated, in some closing sentences, her hopes for the future. […] [A]nd what was to hinder us from going to live in England? England was still her Promised Land.

That is the danger that always menaces people when they get over into their Promised Land.

I just want to do God's will. And He's allowed me to go up to the mountain. And I've looked over. And I've seen the Promised Land. I may not get there with you. But I want you to know tonight, that we, as a people, will get to the Promised Land.

When the angels from above / Fall down and spread their wings like doves / As we walk hand in hand / Sister, brothers, we'll make it to the promised land