There is a land of pure delight,
Where saints immortal reign;
Eternal day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.
O wond’rous land beyond the sky,
O land so bright and fair,
When shall we reach thy golden gates,
And dwell forever there?
There everlasting spring abides,
And never-with’ring flow’rs;
Death, like a narrow sea, divides
This heavenly land from our.
Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood
Stand dress’d in living green;
So to the Jews old Canaan stood,
While Jordan rolled between.
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.
I. Watts, arr./Ira D. Sankey