1 There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign; Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasur4es 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 beyounhd the swelling flood, Stand dressed in living green, So to the jews old Canaan stood, While Jordan rolled 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, Those 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.