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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-withering flowers;

Death like a narrow sea divides

This heavenly land from ours …

But timorous mortals start and shrink

To cross this narrow sea,

And linger shivering on the brink,

And fear to launch away …

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.

ISAAC WATTS