Hymnal ‎#488

488. 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-withering flowers;
Death, like a narrow sea, divides
This heavenly land from ours.

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

4 But timorous mortals start and shrink,
To cross the narrow sea;
And linger, shivering, on the brink,
And fear to launch away.

5 O 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
• Meter: C. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1871
• Notes: first rank hymn

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