There is a Land of Pure Delight

There is a and 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 heav'nly land from ours

Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood
Stand dressed in living green
So, to the Jews old Canaan stood
While Jordan rolled between

But timorous mortals start and shrink
To cross this narrow sea
And linger, shiv'ring on the brink
And fear to launch away

O could we make our doubts remove
Those gloomy thoughts that rise
And see the Canaan that we love
With unbeclouded eyes

Could we climb where Moses stood
And view the landscape o'er
Not Jordan's stream, nor
death cold flood
Should fright us from the shore