1022    C.M.     Isaac Watts
Desiring the Heavenly Canaan. Heb. 11. 16

1 There is a land of pure delight,
  Where saints immortal reign;
  Infinite 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 O could we make our doubts remove,
  These gloomy doubts that rise,
  And see the Canaan that we love
  With unbeclouded eyes;

4 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.