There is a land of pure delight
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There is a land of pure delight,Where saints immortal reign;Infinite day excludes the night,And pleasures banish pain.There everlasting spring abidesAnd never-withering flowers,And but a little space dividesThis heavenly land from ours.
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O could we make our doubts remove,Those gloomy doubts 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 all this world's pretended goodCould ever charm us more.