The Church Hymnal ‎#462

462. There is a land of pure delight

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

2 There everlasting spring abides,
And never-fading flowers;
Death, like a narrow sea, divides
This heavenly land from ours.

3 Bright fields beyond the swelling flood
Stand dressed in living green;
So to the Jews fair Canaan stood,
While Jordan rolled between.

4 But timorous mortals start and shrink
To cross the narrow sea;
And linger, trembling 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 faith's illumined 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
• Author: I. Watts
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1920
• Topic: General

Tune Information

• Name: MIRFIELD
• Composer: A. Cottman
• Meter: C.M.
• Key: B♭ Major