Hymn 592
There is a land of pure delight

1 There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign; Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasur4es banish pain; 2 There everlasting spring abides, And never-withering flowers, Death, like a narrow sea, divides, This heavenly land from ours. 3 Sweet fields beyounhd 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, shivering on the brink, And fear to launch away. 5 O could we make our doubts remove, Those gloomy doubts 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.

Hymn 592 THE PCN New Haven, Enugu