A full-throated and joyful meditation on heaven in the unbuttoned shape-note style of colonial composer William Billings. Text by Isaac Watts (this setting includes the first and third verses only; feel free to add the rest to make it anthem-length!) SATB a cappella.
There is a land of pure delight,
Where saints immortal reign,
Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.
Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood
Stand dressed in living green:
So to the Jews old Canaan stood,
While Jordan rolled between.