On Jordans stormy banks I stand,
And cast a wishful eye
To Canaans fair and happy land,
Where my possessions lie.
All oer 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, sorrow, pain and death,
Are felt and feared no more.
When shall I reach that happy place,
And be forever blessed?
When shall I see my Fathers face,
And in His bosom rest?
