Indexes for The Sacred Harp, 2025 Edition
392 Manchester
Words: Isaac Watts, 1707, and A Collection of Sacred Ballads, 1790
Music: Paine Denson, 1935
Meter: Common Meter Double (8,6,8,6,8,6,8,6)
Copyright: 1936 Sacred Harp Publishing Company
There is a land of pure delight
Where saints immortal reign;
Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.
There everlasting spring abides, there spring abides,
And never-with’ring flow’rs;
Death like a narrow sea divides
This heav’nly land from ours.
There I shall bathe my weary soul
In seas of heav’nly rest,
And not a wave of trouble roll
Across my peaceful breast.
When we’ve been there ten thousand years, ten thousand years
Bright shining as the sun,
We’ve no less days to sing God’s praise
Than when we first begun.
Where saints immortal reign;
Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.
There everlasting spring abides, there spring abides,
And never-with’ring flow’rs;
Death like a narrow sea divides
This heav’nly land from ours.
There I shall bathe my weary soul
In seas of heav’nly rest,
And not a wave of trouble roll
Across my peaceful breast.
When we’ve been there ten thousand years, ten thousand years
Bright shining as the sun,
We’ve no less days to sing God’s praise
Than when we first begun.