On Jordan’s stormy banks I stand,
And cast a wishful eye
To Canaan’s fair and happy land,
Where my possessions lie.
I’m bound for the promised land,
I’m bound for the promised land
Oh, who will come and go with me?
I’m bound for the promised land.
O the transporting rapt’rous scene,
That rises to my sight!
Sweet fields arrayed in living green,
And rivers of delight.
There gen’rous fruits that never fail,
On trees immortal grow;
There rocks, and hills, and brooks, and vales,
With milk and honey flow.
All o’er those wide extended plains,
Shines one eternal day!
There God, the Son, forever reigns
And scatters night away.
No chilling winds nor pois’nous breath,
Can reach that healthful shore,
Sickness and sorrow, pain and death,
Are felt and feared no more.