There is a land of pure delight,
where saints immortal reign,
infinite day excludes the night,
and pleasures banish pain.
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.
There everlasting spring abides,
and never-withering flowers:
death, like a narrow sea, divides
this heavenly land from ours.
O could we make our doubts remove,
those gloomy thoughts that rise,
and see the Canaan that we love
with unbeclouded eyes!
Isaac Watts, via This Breaks My Heart of Stone
Wow.
Thank you for posting this. I actually had a fleeting thought of you during our church service today. We now regularly sing “For All the Saints” which is my number 1 funeral song. For years I despaired that no one could sing it at my funeral because no one sang it (around me) …ever. Not that it’s a “standard” I can start introducing some of the others.
I thought of you, because that’s one of the connections I have with you, Kristen. Another person who thinks about songs for their funeral. I know, it sounds weird.
This one is a keeper.
Now the tune to this hymn is running through my head. It’s beautiful.