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, I am bound, I am bound for Promised Land. I am bound, I am bound, I am bound for 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; there sickness, 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?