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GREENSBOUROUGH
C.
M.
"Thine
eyes
shall
behold
the
Land."
Isa.
3317
Isaac
Watts
1709
Key
of
F
Major
John
Mercer,
1859
1. There
is
a
land
of
pure
de
-
light,
where
saints
im
-
mor
-
tal
reign;
In
-
fi
-
nite
day
ex-
2. There
ev
-
er
last
-
ing
spring
a
-
bides,
And
nev
-
er
with
-
ring
flowers;
Death,
like
a
nar
-
row
3. Sweet
fields,
be
-
yond
the
swell
-
ing
flood.
Stand
dress'd
in
liv
-
ing
green,
So
to
the
Jews
old
4. But
tim'
-
rous
mor
-
tals
start,
and
shrink,
To
cross
this
nar
-
row
sea,
And
lin
-
ger,
shiv
-
ring
5.
O!
could
we
make
our
doubts
re
-
move,
Those
gloom
-
y
doubts
that
rise,
And
see
the
-
Ca
-
naan
6.
Could
we
but
climb
where
Mo
-
ses
stood,
And
view
the
land
-
scape
o'er,
Not
Jor
-
sans
stream
nor
cludes
the
night,
and
plea
-
sures
ban
-
ish
pain,
And
plea
-
sures
ban
-
ish
pain.
sea,
di
-
vides
This
heav'n
-
ly
land
from
ours,
This
heav'n
-
ly
land
from
ours,
Ca
-
naan
stood,
While
-
Jor
-
dan
roll'd
be
-
tween,
While
Jor
dan
roll'd
be
tween.
On
the
brink,
And
fear
to
launch,
a
-
away,
And
fear
to
launch
a
-
way.
That
we
love,
With
un
-
be
-
cloud
-
ed
eyes:
With
un
-
be
cloud
-
ed
eyes.
Death's
cold
flood
should
fright
us
from
the
shore
should
fright
us
from
the
shore.
This
hymn
of
Dr.
Watts
stands
in
the
Rev.
Lewis
Benson's
compilation
of
the
best
church
hymns
of
American
Churches,
No.
87,
of
a
vast
number
of
hymns
of
the
leading
denominations
of
the
United
States.
It
is
considered
one
of
the
best,
and
heartily
approved
by
all
Christian
denominations.
Further
details
of
the
hymns
of
Dr.
Watts
appear
elsewhere
in
this
book We
have
been
unable
to
get
anything
definite
about
John
Mercer
author
of
the
above
tune.
He
is
down
in
some
of
the
old
books,
as
Colonel
John
Mercer.
See
Sacred
Harp
1859,
page
289
he
is
simply
mentioned
in
James'
History
of
the
Sacred
Harp
as
being
author
of
the
tune
Greens-
borough;
nothing
further
can
be
found
of
him'