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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