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There Is a Land Of Pure Delight
Verse 1
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,
And but a little space divides
This heav’nly land from ours.
Where saints immortal reign,
Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.
There everlasting spring abides,
And never withering flowers,
And but a little space divides
This heav’nly land from ours.
Verse 2
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 all this world's pretended good
Could ever charm us more.
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 all this world's pretended good
Could ever charm us more.
Watts' hymn depicting the heavenly Canaan, reflecting Puritan eschatological hope.