A Selection of Psalms and Hymns ‎#LXX

LXX. The prospect of Heaven makes death easy

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

2 There everlasting spring abides,
And never fading flow'rs:
Death, like a narrow sea, divides
This heav'nly land from ours.

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

4 But fearful mortals start and shrink,
To cross this narrow sea;
And linger, shiv'ring on the brink,
And fear to launch away.]

5 O! Could we make our doubts remove
Those gloomy doubts that rise,
And see the Canaan that we love
With unbeclouded eyes?

6 Could we but climb where Moses stood,
And view the landskip o'er,
Not Jordan's streams, nor death's cold flood,
Should fright us from the shore.

Text Information

• First Line: There is a land of pure delight
• Title: The prospect of Heaven makes death easy
• Author: Dr. Watts
• Meter: Common Metre
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1790
• Topic: After Sermon

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