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There Is A Land Of Pure Delight

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There is a land of pure de-light where saints im-mor-tal reigh 
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In-fin-ite day ex-cludes the night, and pleasures ban-ish pain.
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There ever-last-ing spring a-bides, and ne-ver a with-'ring flower 
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Death like a nar-row sea di-vides, this heav-'nly land from ours.
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Could we but climb, where Mo-ses stood, and view the land-scape o'er 
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Not Jor-dan's streams nor death's cold flood, should fright us from the shore.
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Sweet fields be-yond the swell-ing flood , stand dressed in liv-ing green 
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So to the Jews old Can-aan stood, while Jor-dan rolled be-tween.
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But tim-orous mor-tals start and shrink, to cross this nar-row sea 
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And lin-ger shiv-'ring on the brink, and fear to launch a-way.
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Could we but climb, where Mo-ses stood, and view the land-scape o'er 
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Not Jor-dan's streams nor death's cold flood, should fright us from the shore.
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Oh could we make our doubts re-move, those gloom-y doubts that a-rise 
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And see the Can-aan that we love,         with un-be-clouded eyes.
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Could we but climb, where Mo-ses stood, and view the land-scape o'er 
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Not Jor-dan's streams nor death's cold flood, should fright us from the shore.