Hymn 9.
C. M.
“There is a land of pure delight.”
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-withr’ing flowers:
Death like a narrow sea divides
That heavenly land from ours.
3 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood
Stand dressed in living green:
So to the Jews fair Canaan stood,
While Jordan roll’d between.
4 But tim’rous mortals start and shrink
To cross that narrow sea;
And linger shiv’ring 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.
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