On Jordan’s Stormy Banks I Stand,
And Cast A Wishful Eye, Toward
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.

Over All 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 Feared And Felt 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?