There, everlasting spring abides / And never withering flowers / Death, like a narrow sea,
divides / This heav’nly land from ours
Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood / Stand dressed in living green / So, to the Jews old
Canaan stood / While Jordan rolled between
But timorous mortals start and shrink / To cross this narrow sea / And linger, shiv’ring 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 climb where Moses stood / And view the landscape o’er / Not Jordan’s stream, nor
death cold flood / Should fright us from the shore