There is a land of pure delight;

Where saints immortal reign,

Infinite day excludes the night,

And pleasures banish pain.

There everlasting spring abides,

And never withering flowers;

Death, like a narrow sea, divides;

This heavenly land fron ours.

O could we make our doubts remove;

Those gloomy thoughts that rise,

And see the Canaan that we love,

With unbeclouded eyes.

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.