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;
O who will come and go with me?
I am bound for the promised land.
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 poisonous breath
Can reach that healthful shore;
Sickness and sorrow, pain and death
Are felt and feared no more.
When shall I reach that happy place
And be forever blest?
When shall I see my Father's face
And in His bosom rest?