On Jordan’s Stormy Banks I Stand

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!

There ge­ner­ous fruits that nev­er fail

On trees im­mor­tal grow;

There rocks and hills

and brooks and vales

With milk and ho­ney flow.

O’er all those wide ex­tend­ed plains

Shines one eter­nal day;

There God the Son for­ev­er reigns

And scat­ters night away.

No chill­ing winds or poi­son­ous breath

Can reach that health­ful shore;

Sickness and sor­row

pain and death

Are felt and feared no more.

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.

Filled with de­light my rap­tured soul

Would here no long­er stay;

Though Jor­dan’s waves around me roll

Fearless I’d launch away.