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;
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.