A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy ‎#518

518. There is a land of pure delight

1 There is a land of pure delight,
Where saints immortal reign;
Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.

2 There everlasting spring abides,
And never-with'ring flowe'rs:
Death, like a narrow sea, divides
This heav’nly land from ours.

3 Sweet fields, beyond the swelling flood
Stand dress'd in living green:
So to the Jews old Canaan stood,
While Jordan roll'd between.

4 But tim'rous mortals start and shrink
To cross this narrow sea;
And linger, shiv'ring on the brink,
And fear to launch away.

5 O! could we make our doubts remove,
Those gloomy thoughts that rise,
And see the Canaan that we love
With unbeclouded eyes!

6 Could we but climb where Moses stood,
And view the landscape o’er:
Not Jordan’s stream, nor death’s cold flood,
Should fright us from the shore

Text Information

• First Line: There is a land of pure delight
• Meter: C. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1814
• Topic: Heaven
• Notes: Now Public Domain.

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