There 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 dressed in living green;
So to the Jews old Canaan stood,
While Jordan rolled between.
There everlasting spring abides,
And never-withering flowers;
Death, like a narrow sea, divides
This heavenly land from ours.
But timorous mortals start and shrink
To cross this narrow sea,
And linger shivering on the brink,
Through fear to launch away.
O could we make our doubts remove,
Those gloomy doubts that rise,
And see the Canaan which 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,
Should fright us from the shore.
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