A Collection of Hymns and Spiritual Songs ‎#XXVII

XXVII. 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 flow'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 Oh! could we make our doubts remove
Those gloomy doubts 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
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1801
• Notes: Now Public Domain.

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