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 withering flowers: Death like a narrow sea divides This heavenly land from ours.
3 [Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood, Stand dress'd in living green So to the Jews old Canaan stood, While Jordan roll'd 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, These gloomy doubts that rise, And see the Canaan that we love, With unbeclouded eyes!
6 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.