On Jordan’s stormy banks I stand,

And cast a wishful eye

To Canaan’s fair and happy land,

Where my possessions lie.

2 O the transporting, rapturous scene,

That rises to my sight!

Sweet fields arrayed in living green,

And rivers of delight!

3 There generous fruits that never fail

On trees immortal grow;

There rocks and hills, and brooks and vales,

With milk and honey flow.

4 All o’er these wide, extended plains,

Shines one eternal day;

There God, the Son, for ever reigns,

And scatters night away.

5 No chilling winds nor poisonous breath

Can reach that healthful shore;

Sickness and sorrow, pain and death,

Are felt and feared no more.

6 When shall I reach that happy place,

And be for ever blest!

When shall I see my Father’s face,

And in his bosom rest!

7 Filled with delight, my raptured soul

Would here no longer stay;

Though Jordan’s waves around me roll,

Fearless I’d launch away.