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There Is a Land of Pure Delight

THERE is a land of pure delight

Where saints immortal reign;

Infinite day excludes the night,

And pleasures banish pain.

There everlasting spring abides,

And never-withering flowers;

Death like a narrow sea divides

This heavenly land from ours.

Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood

Stand dressed in living green;

So to the Jews old Canaan stood,

While Jordan rolled between.

But tim’rous mortals start and shrink

To cross the narrow sea,

And linger shivering on the brink,

And fear to launch away.

Oh! could we make our doubts remove,—

These gloomy doubts that rise,—

And see the Canaan that we love

With unbeclouded eyes;

Could we but climb where Moses stood,

And view the landscape o’er,

Not Jordan’s stream nor death’s cold flood

Could fright us from the shore.