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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 flow'rs;
Death like a narrow sea divides
This heav'nly land from ours.

3. [Sweet feilds beyond the swelling flood,
Stand dress'd in living green;
So to the Jews, old Canaan stood,
While Jordan roll'd between.

4. But tim'rous mortals start & shrink,
To cross this narrow Sea,
And linger, shiv'ring on the brink,
Thro' fear to launch away.]

5. Oh, could we make our doubts remove
There gloomy doubts which rise,
And see the Canaan which 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.