55 lines
3.1 KiB
HTML
55 lines
3.1 KiB
HTML
<html><head>
|
|
<script src="../../js/basepath.js" type="text/javascript"></script>
|
|
<script src="./js/nav.js" type="text/javascript"></script>
|
|
<script src="./js/MainHeader.js" type="text/javascript"></script>
|
|
<title>BLB Hymns</title>
|
|
<h2>THERE IS A LAND OF PURE DELIGHT</h2>
|
|
<p align="center"><h3>“Moses went…to the top of Pisgah…and the Lord showed him all the land of Gilead, unto Dan.” Deuteronomy 34:1</h3></p>
|
|
<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
|
|
<hr>
|
|
<div align="center">
|
|
<center>
|
|
<table>
|
|
<tr>
|
|
<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_e_m_emerson_lo.jpg" alt="Luther Orlando Emerson (1820-1915)" width="132.666666666667" height="187.333333333333"></td>
|
|
<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_w_a_watts_i.html" target="_blank">Isaac Watts</a>, <em>Hymns and Spiritual Songs</em>, 1707.
|
|
<p><em>Music:</em> “Ascription,” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_e_m_emerson_lo.html" target="_blank">Luther Orlando Emerson</a>, 1866 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_a_ascrpton.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
|
|
<ul>
|
|
<li>“Beulah,” G. M. Garrett </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_b_e_beulah.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
|
|
</ul>
|
|
</td>
|
|
<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_w_a_watts_i.jpg" alt="Isaac Watts (1674-1748)" width="132.666666666667" height="184.666666666667"></td>
|
|
</tr>
|
|
</table>
|
|
</center>
|
|
</div>
|
|
<hr>
|
|
<div class="lyrics">
|
|
<p>There is a land of pure delight,<br>
|
|
Where saints immortal reign,<br>
|
|
Infinite day excludes the night,<br>
|
|
And pleasures banish pain.</p>
|
|
<p>There everlasting spring abides,<br>
|
|
And never withering flowers:<br>
|
|
Death, like a narrow sea, divides<br>
|
|
This heav’nly land from ours.</p>
|
|
<p>Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood<br>
|
|
Stand dressed in living green:<br>
|
|
So to the Jews old Canaan stood,<br>
|
|
While Jordan rolled between.</p>
|
|
<p>But timorous mortals start and shrink<br>
|
|
To cross this narrow sea;<br>
|
|
And linger, shiv’ring on the brink,<br>
|
|
And fear to launch away.</p>
|
|
<p>O could we make our doubts remove,<br>
|
|
Those gloomy thoughts that rise,<br>
|
|
And see the Canaan that we love<br>
|
|
With unbeclouded eyes!</p>
|
|
<p>Could we but climb where Moses stood,<br>
|
|
And view the landscape o’er,<br>
|
|
Not Jordan’s stream, nor death’s cold flood,<br>
|
|
Should fright us from the shore.</p>
|
|
</div>
|
|
<hr>
|
|
<script src="./js/MainFooter.js" type="text/javascript"></script>
|