On Jordan`s stormy banks
I stand and cast a wishful eye,
To Canaan`s fair and happy land
Where my possesions 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.
O the transporting rapt`rous 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.
Soon will the Lord my soul prepare
For joys beyond the skies,
Where never-ceasing pleasures roll,
Ans praises never die.