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. 429 C. M. The land that is afar off. Isaiah 33:17. Far from these narrow scenes of night, Unbounded glories rise; And realms of infinite delight, Unknown to mortal eyes. 2 Celestial land! could our weak eyes But half thy charms explore, How would our spirits long to rise; And dwell on earth no more: 3 There pain and sickness never come, And grief no place obtains; Health triumphs in immortal bloom, And endless pleasure reigns! 4 No cloud these blissful regions know, For ever bright and fair! For sin, the source of every woe, Can never enter there. 5 There no alternate night is known, Nor sun’s faint sickly ray; But glory from the sacred throne Spreads everlasting day. 430 C. M. We all shall meet in heaven. Hail, sweetest, dearest tie, that binds Our glowing hearts in one; Hail, sacred hope, that tunes our minds To harmony divine. It is the hope, the blissful hope, Which Jesus’ grace has given— The hope, when days and years are past, We all shall meet in heaven. 2 What though the northern wintry blast Shall howl around our cot; What though beneath an eastern sun Be cast our distant lot; Yet still we share the blissful hope, Which Jesus’ grace has given— The hope, when days and years are past, We all shall meet in heaven. 3 From eastern shores, from northern lands, From western hill and plain, From southern climes, the brother-bands May hope to meet again; It is the hope, the blissful hope, Which Jesus’ grace has given— The hope, when life and time are o’er, We all shall meet in heaven. 4 From Burmah’s shores, from Afric’s strand, From India’s burning plain, From Europe, from Columbia’s land, We hope to meet again; It is the hope, the blissful hope, Which Jesus’ grace has given— The hope, when days and years are past, We all shall meet in heaven. 5 No lingering look, nor parting sigh, Our future meeting knows; There friendship beams from every eye, And love immortal glows. O sacred hope! O blissful hope! Which Jesus’ grace has given— The hope, when days and years are past We all shall meet in heaven. 431 C. M. The heavenly Canaan. On Jordan’s stormy banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye To Canaan’s fair and happy land, Where my possessions lie. 2 O the transporting, rapturous scene, That rises to my sight! Sweet fields arrayed in living green, And rivers of delight!