There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign; Eternal day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain. 2. There everlasting spring abides, And never-withering flowers; Death, like a narrow sea, divides This heavenly land from ours. 3. Sweet fields, beyond the swelling flood, Stand dressed in living green; So to the Jews old Canaan stood, While Jordan rolled between. 4. But timorous mortals start and shrink To cross this narrow sea, And linger, shivering, on the brink And fear to launch away. 5. O could we make our doubts remove, Those gloomy doubts that rise, And view the Canaan that we love, With unbeclouded eyes: 6. 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, 1707. 561 8, 6, 8, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6 O Paradise, O Paradise, Who doth not crave for rest? Who would not seek the happy land Where they that loved are blest; Where loyal hearts, and true, Stand ever in the light, All rapture through and through, In God’s most holy sight? 2. O Paradise, O Paradise, The world is growing old; Who would not be at rest and free Where love is never cold; Where loyal hearts, and true, Stand ever in the light, All rapture through and through, In God’s most holy sight? 3. O Paradise, O Paradise, I greatly long to see The special place my dearest Lord In love prepares for me; Where loyal hearts, and true, Stand ever in the light, All rapture through and through, In God’s most holy sight. 4. Lord Jesus, King of Paradise, Oh, keep me in Thy love And guide me to that happy land Of perfect rest above, Where loyal hearts, and true, Stand ever in the light, All rapture through and through, In God’s most holy sight. F. W. Faber, 1862. 562 7, 6, 8 l The Homeland! O the Homeland! The land of souls free born! No gloomy night is known there, But aye the fadeless morn. I’m sighing for that country, My heart is aching here; There is no pain in the Homeland, To which I’m drawing near. 2. My Lord is in the Homeland, With angels bright and fair; No sinful thing nor evil, Can ever enter there. The music of the ransomed Is ringing in my ears; And when I think of the Homeland, My eyes are wet with tears.