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 dressed in living green;
So to the Jews old Canaan stood
While Jordan roll'd between.
4 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.
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First Line: | There is a land of pure delight |
Meter: | C. M. |
Publication Date: | 1870 |
Notes: | Tune for 320 in "American Sunday School Hymn Book" (ASS1860a). [Tune, p. 112] |