1 There is a land of pure delight,
Where saints immortal reign;
Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.

Refrain:
I'll be there, I'll be there,
When the first trumpet sounds I'll be there,
I'll be there, I'll be there,
When the first trumpet sounds I'll be there.

2 There everlasting spring abides,
And never with'ring flow'rs;
Death, like a narrow sea, divides
This heav'nly land from ours. [Refrain]

3 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood
Stand dressed in living green;
So to the Jews old Canaan stood,
While Jordan rolled between. [Refrain]

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. [Refrain]