There Is a Land of Pure Delight

1There is a land of pure delight,
Where saints immortal reign;
Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.
There everlasting spring abides And neverwithering flowers,
And but a little space divides This heavenly land from ours.

2O could we make our doubts remove,
Those 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 all this world's pretended good Could ever charm us more.