1 There is a land of pure delight
where saints immortal reign,
eternal day excludes the night
and pleasures banish pain.

2 There everlasting spring abides,
and never-withering flowers;
death, like a narrow stream, divides
this heavenly land from ours.

3 Sweet fields beyond the rolling flood
stand dressed in living green,
as once to Israel Canaan stood
while Jordan flowed between.

4 But trembling mortals fear, and shrink
to cross the narrow sea;
they linger shivering on the brink,
afraid to launch away.

5 If only we could all remove
those gloomy doubts that rise,
and see the Canaan that we love
with clear unclouded eyes!

6 If we could climb where Moses stood
and fear that view no more,
not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood,
would keep us from the shore.

Jubilate Hymns version of There is a land of pure delight Isaac Watts (1674 - 1748)
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