Hymnal: The Pilgrim's Hymn Book
Date: 1816
Compiler: Joseph Thomas
Publisher/Printer: J Foster
First Line: There is a land of pure delight
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
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Meter: CM
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Hymn Number: XXXI
Page Number: 043, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsThere is a land of pure delight,
Where saints immortal reign;
Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.
Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood,
Stand drest in living green;
So to the Jews old Canaan stood,
While Jordan roll'd between.
There everlasting spring abides,
And never with'ring flow'rs;
Death, like a narrow sea divides
This heavenly land from ours.
But tim'rous mortals stand and shrink
To cross this narrow sea-
And linger, shiv'ring on the brink,
And fear to launch away.
O could we make those doubts remove,
Those gloomy doubts that rise,
And view the Canaan that we love,
With unbeclouded eyes.
Could we but climb where Moses stood,
And view the landscape o'er,
Not Jordan's streams nor death's cold flood,
Could fright us from the shore.