On Jordan’s stormy banks I stand,
And cast a wishful eye
To Canaan’s fair and happy land,
Where my possessions lie.
I am bound for the promised land
I am bound for the promised land
Oh who will come and go with me?
I am bound for the promised land
O the transporting, rapturous scene
That rises to my sight!
Sweet fields arrayed in living green
And rivers of delight!
O’er all those wide extended plains
Shines one eternal day
There God the Son forever reigns
And scatters night away
When I shall reach that happy place
I’ll be forever blest
For I shall see my Father’s face
And in His bosom rest
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Filled with delight my raptured soul
Would here no longer stay
Though Jordan’s waves around me roll
Fearless I’d launch away
Alternate verses:
There generous fruits that never fail
On trees immortal grow
There rocks and hills, and brooks and vales
With milk and honey flow
No chilling winds or poisonous breath
Can reach that healthful shore
Sickness and sorrow, pain and death
Are felt and feared no more
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