There is a land of pure delight
Where Christ immortal reigns
Infinite day excludes the night
And pleasures banish pain
There everlasting spring abides
And never withering flowers
Death, like a narrow sea, divides
This heav’nly 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
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
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Alternate verses:
But timorous mortals start and shrink
To cross this narrow sea
And linger, shiv’ring on the brink
And fear to launch away
O could we make our doubts remove
Those gloomy thoughts that rise
And see the Canaan that we love
With unbeclouded eyes!
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