There is a Land of Pure Delight
There is a land of pure delight Where saints immortal reign, Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain.
We're feeding on the living Bread, We're drinking at the fountain head; And who-so drinketh, Jesus said, Shall never, never thirst again. What! never thirst again? No, never thirst again! What! never thirst again? No, never thirst again! And who-so drinketh, Jesus said, Shall never, never thirst again!
There everlasting spring abides, And never withering flowers; Death, like a narrow sea, divides his heavenly land from ours.
We're feeding on the living Bread, We're drinking at the fountain head; And who-so drinketh, Jesus said, Shall never, never thirst again. What! never thirst again? No, never thirst again! What! never thirst again? No, never thirst again! And who-so drinketh, Jesus said, Shall never, never thirst again!
O could we make our doubts remove Those gloomy thoughts that rise, And see the Canaan that we love With unbeclouded eyes.
We're feeding on the living Bread, We're drinking at the fountain head; And who-so drinketh, Jesus said, Shall never, never thirst again. What! never thirst again? No, never thirst again! What! never thirst again? No, never thirst again! And who-so drinketh, Jesus said, Shall never, never thirst again!
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.
We're feeding on the living Bread, We're drinking at the fountain head; And who-so drinketh, Jesus said, Shall never, never thirst again. What! never thirst again? No, never thirst again! What! never thirst again? No, never thirst again! And who-so drinketh, Jesus said, Shall never, never thirst again!