C.M. [1967]Beulah: George M. Garrett, 1889 [1968]Southwell (Irons): Herbert Stephen Irons, 1861 Isaac Watts, 1709; Alt. There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign; Eternal day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain. There everlasting spring abides, And never-fading flowers; Death, like a narrow sea, divides This heavenly land from ours. Bright fields beyond the swelling flood Stand dressed in living green; So to the Jews fair Canaan stood, While Jordan rolled between. But timorous mortals start and shrink To cross the narrow sea; And linger, trembling on the brink, And fear to launch away. O could we make our doubts remove, Those gloomy doubts that rise, And see the Canaan that we love, With faith's illumined 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. |