There Is A Land Of Pure Delight Ukulele tab

	  
 

 

verse 1:                                     

      Am                               C 
There is a land of pure de-light where saints im-mor-tal reigh; 

F                 G          Dm         F          G       Am 
In-fin-ite day ex-cludes the night, and pleasures ban-ish pain. 

Am                                      C 
There ever-last-ing spring a-bides, and ne-ver a with-'ring flower; 

C     F               G      Dm         F         G         Am 
Death like a nar-row sea di-vides, this heav-'nly land from ours. 

 
  
Am             C                   G                   Dm         F 
Could we but climb, where Mo-ses stood, and view the land-scape o'er; 

F               C                        G                                Dm       F   G 
Not Jor-dan's streams nor death's cold flood, should fright us from the shore. 


verse 2: 

F                                          C 
Sweet fields be-yond the swell-ing flood , stand dressed in liv-ing green; 

   F               G         Dm         F       F         Am 
So to the Jews old Can-aan stood, while Jor-dan rolled be-tween. 

Am                                          C             
But tim-orous mor-tals start and shrink, to cross this nar-row sea; 
  
    F                  G      Dm         F       G        Am 
And lin-ger shiv-'ring on the brink, and fear to launch a-way. 


Am             C                   G                   Dm         F 
Could we but climb, where Mo-ses stood, and view the land-scape o'er; 

F               C                        G                                Dm       F   G 
Not Jor-dan's streams nor death's cold flood, should fright us from the shore. 


Bridge: 

   Am                                      C 
Oh could we make our doubts re-move, those gloom-y doubts that a-rise; 

    F               G       Dm            F     G       Am 
And see the Can-aan that we love,    with un-be-clouded eyes. 



Am             C                   G                   Dm         F 
Could we but climb, where Mo-ses stood, and view the land-scape o'er; 

F               C                        G                                Dm     F   G   Am 
Not Jor-dan's streams nor death's cold flood, should fright us from the shore.