Hymn 459 - On Jordan’s Stormy Banks I Stand

On Jordan’s stormy banks I stand,

And cast a wishful eye

To Canaan’s fair and happy land,

Where my possessions lie.

All o’er those wide extended plains,

Shines one eternal day;

There God the Son forever reigns,

And scatters night away.

No chilling winds nor pois’nous breath

Can reach that healthful shore;

Sickness and sorrow, pain and death,

Are felt and feared no more.

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.

REFRAIN

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.