There is a land of pure delight Where saints, immortal reign Infinite day excludes the night And pleasures banish pain There everlasting spring abides And never withering flowers: Death, like a narrow sea, divides This heav'nly land from ours Could we but climb where Moses stood And view the landscape o'er Not Jordan's streams nor death's cold flood Should fright us from this shore O could we make our doubts remove Those gloomy thoughts 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 Jordan's streams nor death's cold flood Should fright us from this shore Could we but climb where Moses stood And view the landscape o'er Not Jordan's streams nor death's cold flood Should fright us from this shore