https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uK7u0loWB00There is a land of pure delight
Where saints immortal reign.
Infinite day excludes the night
And pleasures banish pain.
Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood
Stand dressed in living green.
So to the Jews old Canaan stood
While Jordan rolled between.
[There everlasting spring abides
And never with'ring flowers:
Death, like a narrow sea, divides
This heav'nly land from ours.
But tim'rous mortals stop and shrink
To cross this narrow sea
And linger shiv'ring on the brink
For fear to launch away.]
Could we but once our doubts remove,
These gloomy doubts that rise,
And see the Canaan which we love
With unbeclouded eyes,
Could we but climb where Moses stood
And view the landscape o'er
Not Jordan's streams nor death's cold flood
Should fright us from the shore.
--Isaac Watts
