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Ballerma 293t
Tune: François Hippolyte Barthélémon; Arranged by Benjamin Franklin White, 1850
Alto: Mrs. Anna L. (Cooper) Blackshear, 1902
Lyrics: Isaac Watts, 1707
Meter: Common Meter (8,6,8,6)
There is a land of pure delight,
Where saints immortal reign;
Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.
But tim’rous mortals start and shrink,
To cross this narrow sea;
And linger, shiv’ring on the brink,
And fear to launch away.
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.