William Marsh - There is a land of pure delight - ноты, текст песни (слова)

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-with'ring flow'rs:
 Death, like a narrow stream, divides
 This heav'nly land from ours. 
 
 O! could we make our doubts remove,
 Those gloomy doubts 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 stream, nor death's cold flood,
 Should fright us from the shore.