Hymn 2:66 [There Is A Land Of Pure Delight]

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Title:     Hymn 2:66 [There Is A Land Of Pure Delight]
Author: Isaac Watts [More Titles by Watts]

A prospect of heaven makes death easy.

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 from ours.

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

But timorous mortals start and shrink
To cross this narrow sea,
And linger shivering on the brink,
And fear to launch away.]

O! could we make our doubts remove,
These gloomy doubts 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.

[The end]
Isaac Watts's poem: Hymn 2:66 [There Is A Land Of Pure Delight]

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