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 with'ring flow'rs;
Death, like a narrow sea, divides
This heav'nly 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, shivering, 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 unbeclouded eyes;
6 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.
|First Line:||There is a land of pure delight|
|Author:||Isaac Watts (1707)|
|Topic:||Christian Life: The Resurrection and Life Everlasting; Cast Out Fear; Heaven: Anticipated(1 more...)|