Text: | There is a land of pure delight |
Author: | I. Watts |
Tune: | [There is a land of pure delight] |
Composer: | C. E. F. Weyse |
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 rolled between.
4 But timorous mortals start and shrink
To cross this narrow sea,
And linger trembling on the brink,
And fear to launch away.
5 O could we make our doubts remove,
Those gloomy thoughts 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 | |
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First Line: | There is a land of pure delight |
Author: | I. Watts (1707) |
Meter: | C.M. |
Publication Date: | 1913 |
Topic: | The Last Things: The Heavenly Home; Heaven |
Tune Information | |
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Name: | [There is a land of pure delight] |
Composer: | C. E. F. Weyse (1837) |
Meter: | C.M. |
Key: | G Major |