On Jor­dan’s stor­my banks I stand,
And cast a wish­ful eye
To Ca­naan’s fair and hap­py land,
Where my pos­ses­sions lie.

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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 the trans­port­ing, rap­tur­ous scene,
That ris­es to my sight!
Sweet fields ar­rayed in liv­ing green,
And ri­vers of de­light!

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There ge­ner­ous fruits that ne­ver fail,
On trees im­mor­tal grow;
There rocks and hills, and brooks and vales,
With milk and ho­ney flow.

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O’er all those wide ex­tend­ed plains
Shines one eter­nal day;
There God the Son for­ev­er reigns,
And scat­ters night away.

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No chill­ing winds or poi­son­ous breath
Can reach that health­ful shore;
Sickness and sor­row, pain and death,
Are felt and feared no more.

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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.

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Filled with de­light my rap­tured soul
Would here no long­er stay;
Though Jor­dan’s waves around me roll,
Fearless I’d launch away.

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