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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