1 On Jordan's stormy banks I stand,
And cast a wishful eye
To Canaan's fair and happy land,
Where my possessions lie.
O the transporting, rapturous scene
That rises to my sight;
Sweet fields arrayed in living green,
And rivers of delight!

2 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.

3 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.
Filled with delight my raptured soul
Lives out its earthly day,
And then, though Jordan's waves may roll,
I'll fearless launch away.

AMEN.