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-fading 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 old Canaan stood,
While Jordan roll'd between.
4 But fearful mortals start, and shrink,
To cross the 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 streams, nor death's cold flood,
Should fright us from the shore.
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First Line: | There is a land of pure delight |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1789 |
Topic: | Life, Death and a future State: The Prospect of Heaven a Support in Death |