There Is a Land of Pure Delight

Verse 1

There is a land of pure delight, where saints immortal reign; infinite day excludes the night, and pleasures banish pain.

Verse 2

There everlasting spring abides, and never-withering flowers; death, like a narrow sea, divides that heavenly land from ours.

Verse 3

Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood stand dressed in living green; so to the Jews old Canaan stood, while Jordan rolled between.

Verse 4

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

Verse 5

O could we make our doubts remove, those gloomy doubts that rise, and see the Canaan that we love with unbeclouded eyes;

Verse 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!