There Is a Land of Pure Delight

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Source: Project Gutenberg #13341 Source URL: https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/13341 Public domain basis: Isaac Watts, Hymns and Spiritual Songs (1707; 1818 Corrall printing in PG #13341). Author d. 1748. US public domain. Coverage: Complete individual poem extracted from parent edition watts-hymns-and-spiritual-songs at bytes 184725-185564; checksum ca58d6594d0246700f3456ef443d2ad0ef2edd99acb8bcdbd9aca8fda71e80ed.

# There Is a Land of Pure Delight

There Is a Land of Pure Delight

Hymn 2:66. A prospect of heaven makes death easy.

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.