THE CHURCH
CONGREGATIONAL HYMNS

(C. M) R. C. H. 592

by ISAAC WATTS: 1674-1748

There is a land of pure delight
"Blessed are those who wash their robes, that they may have the right to the tree of life" Rev. 22:14
There is a land of pure delight,
Where saints immortal reign;
Infinite day excludes the nigh,
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 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, shivering on the brink,
And fear to launch away.
O could we make our doubts remove-
Those gloomy doubts that rise-
And see he 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