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656 The tears shall be wiped from our eyes,

When thee we behold in the cloud,

And echo the joys of the skies,

And shout to the trumpet of God.

HERE is a land of pure delight,

Where saints immortal reign:

Infinite day excludes the night,

And pleasures banish pain.

There everlasting spring abides,

And never-withering flowers:

Death, like a narrow sea, divides

This heavenly land from ours.

Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood

Stand dress'd in living green:

So to the Jews old Canaan stood,

While Jordan roll'd between.

But timorous mortals start and shrink

To cross this narrow sea;

And linger, shivering on the brink,

And fear to launch away.

O could we make our doubts remove,

Those gloomy thoughts that rise,

And see the Canaan that we love,

With unbeclouded eyes!

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.