610 10, 6, 10, 6, 7, 6, 7, 6. M. Frank, 1580-1639 sa-lem, thou city fair and high, Would God I were in thee! My longing heart fain, fain to thee would fly, It will not stay with me; Far 0- ver vale and mount-ain, Far over field and plain, There is a land of pure delight, Where saints im-mor- tal reign: nite day ex-cludes the night, And pleas-ures ban ish pain. 2 There everlasting spring abides, 3 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood, Stand dressed in living green; So to the Jews old Canaan stood, While Jordan rolled between. 4 But timorous mortals start and shrink To cross this narrow sea, And linger trembling on the brink, 5 O could we make our doubts remove, 6 Could we but climb where Moses And view the landscape o'er, [stood, Not Jordan's stream, nor deaths cold flood Should fright us from the shore. |