299 ~ There Is a Land Of Pure Delight
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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, And but a little space divides This heav’nly land from ours.
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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.