There is a land of pure delight,
Where saints immortal reign,
Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.


O heaven, sweet heaven!
Home of the blest!
How I long to be there,
In its glories to share,
And to lean on my Savior’s breast.

There everlasting spring abides,
And never with’ring flow’rs;
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.


Oh, could we make our doubts remove,
These gloomy doubts that rise,
And see the Canaan that we love
With unbeclouded eyes.


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