Old-Line Primitive Baptist Hymn and Tune Book

Hymn #730: There Is A Land Of Pure Delight

Hymn #729 Hymn #731

Death, Resurrection, and Eternity

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730 (C.M.) Isaac Watts

There is a land of pure delight,

Where saints immortal reign,

Infinite day excludes the night,

And pleasures banish pain.

Refrain:

O, heaven, sweet heaven!

Home of the blest!

How I long to be there in its glories to share,

And to lean on my Saviour's breast!

There everlasting spring abides,

And never-with'ring flow'rs;

Death, like a narrow sea, divides

This heav'nly land from ours.

Sweet fields, beyond the swelling flood,

Stand dressed in living green;

So to the Jews old Canaan stood,

While Jordan rolled between.

But tim'rous mortals start and shrink

To cross this narrow sea;

And linger, shiv'ring, on the brink,

And fear to launch away.

Oh, could we make our doubts remove,

Those gloomy doubts that rise,

And see the bright land 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.

Hymn #729 Hymn #731