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