LYRICS
| Meter: | 8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
| | Writer(s): | Isaac Watts
| | Transl/Adapt: |
| | Dates: | 1707
| | Bible Refs: | Deu 34:1; Is 33:17
| A Collection of Hymns (Methodist)
| 1889
| 938
| Anglican Hymn Book 1965
| 1965
| 436
| Baptist Hymn Book
| 1962
| 614
| Church Hymnal (Church of Ireland) 1919
| 1919
| 448
| Church Hymnal (Church of Ireland) 1960
| 1960
| 445
| Church Hymnal (Church of Ireland) 2000
| 2000
| 681
| Church Hymnal Revised
| 1920
| 462
| Common Praise: Hymns Ancient & Modern
| 2000
| 597
| Hymnal Comp to Book of Common Prayer
| 1890
| 241
| Hymns Ancient & Modern, New Edition
| 1904
| 385
| Hymns Ancient & Modern, New Standard
| 1983
| 190
| Hymns Ancient & Modern, Revised
| 1950
| 285
| Hymns and Psalms with SA Sup.
| 1983
| 822
| Hymns and Spiritual Songs Vol 2
|
| 66
| Hymns for Today's Church 2
| 1988
| 575
| Methodist Hymn Book - Hymns
| 1954
| 649
| New English Hymnal
| 1985
| 460
| Oxford Hymn Book
| 1925
| 304
| Sacred Songs & Solos: Revised and enlarg
|
| 1016
| Songs of Praise
| 1925
| 125
| Songs of Praise, Enlarged Edition
| 1931
| 201
| The Book of Common Praise
| 1908
| 641
| The Book of Common Praise - Revised
| 1938
| 620
| The Church Hymnal for the Christian Year
| 1917
| 185
| The English Hymnal
| 1906
| 498
| The Hymnal 1916
| 1916
| 513
| The Hymnal 1940
| 1940
| 586
| Trinity Hymnal
| 1961
| 597
| Universal Hymn Book
| 1885
| 70
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MUSIC
Baptist Hymn Book
| 205
| Eb
| Baptist Hymn Book
| 614
| Eb
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Alternate Tunes
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| 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 withering flowers:
Death, like a narrow sea, divides
This heav’nly land from ours.
3. Sweet fields beyond
the swelling flood
Stand dressed in living green:
So to the Jews old Canaan stood,
While Jordan rolled between.
4. But timorous 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 thoughts that rise,
And see the Canaan that we love
With unbeclouded eyes!
6. 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.
7. There I shall bathe my weary soul
In seas of heav’nly rest,
And not a wave of trouble roll
Across my peaceful breast.
8. When we’ve been there
ten thousand years,
Bright shining as the sun;
We’ve no less days
to sing God’s praise
Than when we first begun.
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