On Jordan’s stormy banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye to Canaan’s fair and happy land, Where my possessions lie.
Refrain: 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’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.
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