There is land of pure delight,
Where
bliss eternal reigns,
Infinite
day excludes the night
And
pleasure banish pain
Refrain
2
There
everlasting spring abides,
And
never with’ring flowers
And
but a little space divides
This
heav’nly land from ours.
3
Could
we but stand where Moses stood,
And
view the landscape o’er,
Not
all this world’s pretended good
Could
ever charm us more.