1 On Jordan's stormy banks I stand
and cast a wishful eye
to Canaan's fair and happy land,
where my possessions lie.
2 All e'er those wide extended plains
shines one eternal day;
there, God the Son forever reigns
and scatters night away.
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I am bound, I am bound,
I am bound for the promised land.
I am bound, I am bound,
I am bound for the promised land.
3 No chilling winds nor poisonous breath
can reach that healthful shore;
sickness, sorrow, pain and death
are felt and feared no more.
4 When shall I reach that happy place
and be forever blessed.
When shall I see my Father's face
and in His bosom rest.
