There is a land of pure delight,
Where saints immortal
reign,
Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures
banish pain.
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We¡¦re marching through Immanuel¡¦s ground,
And soon shall hear the trumpet sound,
And then we shall with
Jesus reign,
And never, never part again.
There everlasting Spring abides,
And never-with¡¦ring
flowers:
Death, like a narrow sea, divides
This heavenly
land from ours.
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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.
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O could we make our doubts remove,
Those gloomy thought
that rise
And see the Canaan that we love
With unbeclouded
eyes.
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